Head East, Young Man
Haven't you been told
The sun rises from the pits
From after your heart spent it's darkest night, cold
When you thought it was all but empty
When the world leaned on it's edge
And before it turns,
You could have sworn you'd fallen off
Yes, the sun rises
And the moon takes a rest from her seductions
You've plucked enough strings
For one lover's song's night
With a nice jacket, you shroud
The wanderer has another adventure bound
To the other side again
And this time, why look back?
A series has finished
A grave has been set
Decorated and made warm
What is left now to do
But set the stage for the next grand novel
And the picture show
And retellings
And all you had to offer, unwound
That had to wait it's turn
And it's turn
Is set
Upon this stone that turns on it's end
Round and round
You've had your time well spent now in the West
So, head East, Young Man
And see the remnants of your story out
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