We walk past the gate every day. Most of us hate the sound it makes behind us. Just another damn day, but we're still here, still moving forward to something. And most of us are not alone. There's always someone standing beside us, and if we can't see them, they're still there, watching over our shoulder. And we move another step forward. Sometimes, we aim high, and sometimes, we just try not to fall. We can't all be superheroes, especially in the world that we live in, but some of us want to do good, help those that need it and defy anyone that tells us to just be silent. Live your lives. Don't make noise,
but we can't leave ourselves at the gate because that won't be living.
So, we move another step forward, and we keep on moving until we are out of moves. But we don't want to let go. We can't let go until we know those we loved will be okay once we are gone. They take our hand, and we squeeze back. It's okay to say good-bye, but this is not good-bye. We will see them again when the gate opens one last time.
So, we move another step forward, and we keep on moving until we are out of moves. But we don't want to let go. We can't let go until we know those we loved will be okay once we are gone. They take our hand, and we squeeze back. It's okay to say good-bye, but this is not good-bye. We will see them again when the gate opens one last time.