A Mere Decision

The final sacrifice is coming
I can feel it
the magnetic pull
of simply putting an end to this fantastic pain
and waste,
Of talent and beauty,
Gifts no doubt, from above,
The penance of having made the wrong choices,
Maybe not all, but some, which are irreversable
And the hope only
that it is perceived to be
nothing personal
just the proper business move.
Forgive the debt,
If you will.


It calls with such logic
Irrefutable, and plain
Any fool could see that this decision
is a mere exit in a play
which had a good run,
But lost it's Star
due to production costs,
the most amazing point being
that it was not perfectly clear from the start
Oh, there were the dire predictions by those who
always hope for nothing,
make all the practical moves
and never experience
ectasy,
Who cares what they say?
To live on a flatline is an ambition
not worth the aspiration
Better to run for the real excitement,
achievement of the Dream,
completion of a task
whose worth is Indescribable
Delicious,
and Memorable
at least to a Few,
and let them
Revel in the Memory,
rather than put another ,
more expensive bill in front of them.

To Life ! the living of it, the enjoyment of it,
The awe of it,
and the knowing when it has reached its'
Conclusion.