The dream was to reach the stars,
and ignore the mighty scars.
The goal was to touch the sky,
and somehow be able to fly.
Storms passed and drought started,
revealing certain things which kept you stranded.
Until you see the fire waning,
saying goodbye to all that’s brewing.
But this isn’t exactly the end,
because the goodbyes will start to mend.
Restoration of purpose and life itself,
and to the vital ones you’ll delve.
So the fire burning says farewell,
but you won’t enclose yourself in a shell.
The idea is not to show your progress,
not regretting more or less.
This is the best realization I’ve ever encountered.
Goodbye to the unimportant ones.