IX: To The West!!

Unsatisfied. Incomplete

On solid ground. I'm on my feet

The streetlights call. Call out to me

They say, Nothing will ever feel that good

And in my dreams, it's in my hand

But it keeps slipping through the cracks, like grains of sand

I watch it fall. Fall out of reach

And nothing will ever feel that good

So when my eyes start rolling back

I'll try to look into my mind but it all looks black

It fades away. My solid ground

And nothing will ever feel that good

Nothing can. And nothing ever should

So if you go, I understand

If you want closure, and you can't find it here

I will wait forever

All things. All things come to an end

I know where I gotta go, but dammit! I want to know when!

So I let it go. I let it go!

I let everything go

I'm leaving the pain I have claimed as my own

It sucks, but I'm letting it go

And after me, the flood can come for all I care

And you can all go to heaven, or whatever, I won't be meeting you there

They will carry me, carry me into the West!

With the aches and the shakes and the sweats

If the weight of the world still sits on my chest

Carry me into the West!