Ivy making home at your feet and in your heart

You can tell it mends the twisted thoughts, the broken parts

With your back in the roots and your face to sunsets

All you have is nothing more than a concept of no more starts

Envision all that’s never to come

and with a lively hum and dying regret

let go of all that’s gone, to come

all dreams with chances unmet; all – not just some.