by now
it was fake,
was not real,
had grown stale.
there was nothing,
no follow through.
so acting out the motions
for the benefit of the audience
who knew,
but pretended
things were fine
for the social order
appearances
and all that,
was all
that was left.
the facade
brought loss.
it was the
talking the talk
but not walking the walk
that was tedious.
incompatibility
meant
not owning up
to choices.
only besting,
one-upmanship
and now it's fallen apart.
you should have dropped
what you didn't need to carry
forward. tried
bringing only what you need
for today
and maybe, tomorrow.
leave yesterday at its own sandy doorstep.
what has fallen apart has fallen apart
because it's not needed
because it's time is over
the clock has stopped.
it was built on sand
illusions that seemed
like steel
in that moment,
but were more fluff
like cotton candy.
stop lying
being unrealistic
what point are you trying to prove
as you
cultivate your own unhappiness,
and no one wins
especially, you.
new beginnings are
everywhere present because
endings
bring
new beginnings
but only if
you want them.
there is always
another opportunity.
yes, endings
bring new beginnings.
be patient.
give it time.
invest in it
knowing
happiness is coming
fruit will ripen.
then,
you will then know
what it truly is
to be built
on a foundation
of solid stone,
or steel.
but remember:
you get back what you give out.
if you want your garden
to blossom and grow,
tend your garden.
water it.
if you don't give,
you're not going to get
anything, but rocky sand
and dandelion flowers
gone to seed.
put your effort into it.
water it.
with realness.
relentless truth.
lest you find your hands empty again.
there is no one-sided magic
in the land of duality.
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