Before me, within me, appearing so real.
A lightning, a thunder, a burden to heal.
A mission, an omen, no thing to conceal.
A finish, a birthing, a moment in tune,
Celebration, collision, all happening so soon.
An exit, an entry, a bursting balloon.
Behind me no sign that I left anywhere.
Emptiness, puncturing, the death of despair.
I was here, I was absent, I was going nowhere.