is this all there is

Green, green, green grass I’m pouring over.

It went so fast, and now it’s over.

Oh, what a drag, a corporate owner.

It went so fast and now it’s over.

She never asked me any questions,

She was so sure that it was blessings.

No hands of god, no points of light,

and even ends are sprawling lines to something new.

How can you know you made the right choice with only one chance at everything?

One chance to say the truth and mean it.

One chance to feel the pain and grieve it.

One chance to ask for what you’re needing.

One chance to know love when you see it.

The life we built - we reached the summit,

saw ends of earth, descended from it.

Now nothing’s new, no words, no feelings.

Just echoes with diminished meaning.

Is this all there is?