Beginning Of The End

If I could put it into words
I would
If I could understand it
I would
But twenty six letters is just not enough
To describe
And explain
And to interpret

Every morning
With a cup of coffee
I pull out the packet
And place the white cure on my tongue
To swallow down with the heat from the morning drink

Supposedly it should make me happy
To view life from black and white to colour
A transition so clear
With a refreshed outlook

Every afternoon I think back
To why I surrender myself for a cure
And those internal thoughts are what I just cannot explain

Every evening I lay
And look up at the night sky
And I wonder - what if?
What if it didn't happen?

And whilst I sleep
I dream so clear
Of a flashback trailer
To the day of the beginning of the end.