Hallelujah and...

Bringing it all back to the point of where everything this concerns began -
Starting once more to pick things back up, to care again - not that I ever haven't in the first place...
That notion and the one putting it daftly, stating, "I don't want this anymore."
It's just the reality of the situation to recognise the ways in which it's all been done before.

Settling down, becoming the inquisitive fellow I am;
Wondering why in hell the world has turned out the way it has.
`Twill be the case, as it was from the start, with recorder in hand that I'll begin telling stories in a more efficient and fashionable, timely manner -
Looking upward towards the man who's brought the most life forth from my bones in years past.

Hey!!! Who made this lens out to be the boss?
Who the fuck do you even state your claim out to be with anyway, mate?
Do you even realise what this means now that you've told me what you've told me?
Maybe that we're both weak and we'll collapse into each others' arms when we fall, eh?
A conflict was never intended, but who's to say a title was?

Let's make amends for an argument never begun, dear...
It was held in `til the tide and the sky laid it to rest!
Heroes come, heroes go, but for us they still remain.
As I smack the Dog I hope to one day become before I head out, traversing along the Way:

Hallelujah and an assortment of selected songs -
That's where I'm at in the journey we call life.
It was never a question of what, why or how;
Just an endless feat, one day to the next:
Going forth with the ghost of a tear that dangles down either one of my cheeks as the doves flock to her...