Where the End Begins

Creation renews memories for its own benefit  
 
Customary habits send ripples through time,  
Granted from yesteryear's fountain of beliefs  
 
Delusions mature into an estranged past,  
As hopes flourish into gardens of souvenirs  
 
A calling drags out thorny, uncomfortable risks  
Only in their stable retreat will they find peace  
 
Concerns of the coming dawn make their presence felt,  
Reviving the fears of unfortunate, struggling insecurities  
 
An influential ring of circling tales sings empty praises,  
As life must tend to the burning ashes of wisdom's fire  
 
Wonders infinite pray to once again see the light of day  
 
This forest is filled with doubtful trails to tread  
At the crossroads of many unpredictable paths,  
The end of one's promised land is about to begin