Where does a story actually begin?
You can start to tell it from the middle,
race to the end,
stop just before the last chapter,
then retrace your steps back to the start
…and then go again.
Stories are nice that way.
And so are people and conversations.
A good time may come,
And then a bad time,
And another one…or not…
And who can tell which one it’ll be?
But we’ll keep walking
And we’ll keep talking
So long as the feet on the road
Belong to both you and me.