Inch Worm Triathalon

Somewhere there's a place where the pains and the woes will go to slumber
Where the sickness and disease hides away in fear of the finality of the joy of this existence
To be, and to have been, to grant us life in the midst of our imagined losses,
Go thee to heaven in a robe of pearls and touch the people on the temples,
And give them a taste of chocolate and licorice in their mouths
The would be's and could have beens will be so far away from us,
That place in the clouds, or between the trees, somewhere inside our minds,
Frantically facing a calamity, but with a serence fierceness that few have ever seen,
Go on and see the truth, because it is there,
Just around the corner waiting for the grief mop to be away,
Soon on the other side of the bridge where the water is fresh and the vegetation is overflowing,
They will feed on everything so abundantly,
It's final and its scary, and the world is a stage that will slowly have the curtain drawn on,
Tomorrow gets us everything,
If we only find it in ourselves.