might be going to the gym tomorrow
might be drinking beer at the cheapest bar
might take a coffee with a cigarette
or a bullet to the head
none of it is permanent
everything must fade in time
all colours turn pastel when sun gives love
and every river is an oxbow if you just let it grow old
and nothing but love endures
in the ashes of a heart once beating
and nothing but the warmth of company
can stand against the roaring fire of eternity