The Toll

The Toll

We all make those little concessions

White lies that we tell ourselves to survive

The harsh reality of the human condition

That no one wants to talk about

Is that none of us is getting out of here alive

Still we push and we pull

Maneuver and cajole

Trying to portray our better angles

For others to see

It’s all the same in the end

Each soul has its own truth to defend

To God, mankind, the universe or posterity

There is no good way out

Whether secular or devout

The cosmos plays no favorites

In this game

It’s just the price all must pay

For the love shared along the way

And really 

Given a choice 

Wouldn’t you do it all the same?

Every single step that led here

Through all the laughter and the tears

Every joy

Every heartache played a part

Without judgment nor remorse

Each life runs its own course

At the end

Every time traveler

Offers up their own heart

Bcm

03 April 2021