About Outlawed Pipes

“Rain is just confetti from the sky.”
– Unknown

There it is, for it to happen finally
One splint of a second away, before everything changes
Even at that time, I can still hear the sounds of the weary
Of the tired, of the brave, of the wayfaring faces
Who knows what Time has in store for me?
Where will I go? Will I still get to see my family?
Am I to become hollow and numb and just go around?
Or will Pain, Heat and Light still cast their spells on this skin to which I am bound?

So many questions, yet so little time
Finally, there it is

There it is, at arm’s length
Waiting to be grasped and held on to
For it to take me to where I am to use no more strength
And rest in the arms those who are, like me, exhausted of this journey they have been through
Yet what do I leave behind?
Where do I go from here?
Will my body decay, or is that something to which I will remain blind?
Will I be welcomed in cries of shame, or with laughter and cheer?

So many questions, yet so little time
Finally, there it is

There it is, I am finally at the gates
But what lies behind said doors is a kingdom of mystery
I do not know whether I feel worthy of those new stakes
Do I deserve Heaven, or Valhalla, or Olympus, or whatever I am travelling to with Destiny?
Am I fated to fall to Hel, entertain the Devil and demons as they inflict torture?
What is to happen to my soul? Is it too heavy that the only word for it is Sinner?

So many questions, yet so little time
Finally, there it is

There it is, as the gates immensely open
What is that sound? It is a welcoming music?
Are those voices, harps, bagpipes? I hear so much yet I cannot even express a grin
I feel like I have arrived at Valhalla, the reward of warriors as I lean on my battle stick
This is no normal stick, this is my cross
This is my crescent, marked by every loss
My shoulders are scarred from the Weight of the world
And I question myself and my willingness to cross one final fjord

So many questions, yet so little time
Finally, there it is

There it is, no turning back
My knees are aching, from the amount of sleep I lack
I have traveled the world, for yet I feel like a weak fish
I have triumphed of everything, and yet I sense I am vanquished
Am I destined to enter Heaven?
Is it Valhalla and Odin I see?
Will the gods – or God – look down on me in favour when I reach the den?
Or will Lucifer snatch me from above, taking me all the way into the frozen sea?

So many questions, yet so little time
Finally, there it is

I aim to have spent a life worthy of a fighter
May the Heavens forgive my flaws and my weaknesses
I am no longer of this world, what lies ahead does not matter
I am a man, who can endure pain a little longer, until my reward I can harness