This Isn't It

And because I can breathe
So I can see my skin brighten
Like here, the gambling brook
Is how I choose to...

Stand, stay, walk
See, taste the rain
And fall to a seemingly
Crippled ending

So we think
That death is a such
Like all, endings exist
And that will be

Conclusions to our stories
And an epilogue of old
So we're engaged to smile
And know that we're in hands