In the end we do what is important
That is all that we can ever do
No amount of plans and actions
Can stop that from being true
It was an indifferent moment that described twenty years
Not much more than an afterthought, really, as it was said
During that brief time when an idea starts and then forms
But is not much more than concept in her head
“If you loved me…” and then the requirement is attached
As if there is always a need to conditionalize the feeling
With demands and deliverables and due dates and, and…
Reasons that make no sense but leave the mind reeling
In the end we do what is important
That is all that we can ever do
No amount of plans and actions
Can stop that from being true
“I don’t love you. I used to. I don’t love you now.”
A blaring siren and red lights behind desperately closed eyes
If ears were as compliant, the shades would be drawn there too
In that flashbulb moment, though, it came as no surprise…
It was a wrenching, violent emotion that laid it bare, this
Idea that we are, now, nothing like what we once were
When what we once were was nothing more than an idea
And even then, something about it made us unsure
Simply and quietly we lived and waited for time to pass,
We were living our lives in the only way that we knew
Forgetting and missing and leaving questions unasked
About who we were and what it was we were going to do
In the end we do what is important
That is all that we can ever do"
No amount of plans and actions
Can stop that from being true
In the end we do what is important
Whether we know that now…or never, ever do