You are the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. Your success is all on you. Your failures maybe, sometimes, too. Maybe the breeze of some butterfly wings fans you with good luck. Don’t be too glad. The tornado is on its way.
I said the tornado is on its way. You’d better be prepared. Do everything you can. If you don’t survive, it’ll be your fault. This was all on you. Didn’t you know your child was afraid of the dark? Of course she wouldn’t come when you called. Yes, she stayed behind. No, she didn’t make it. If only you’d been a better… whatever. If the world wasn’t so unfair… Let the human race take the blame. The tornado is on its way.
If you do survive, look down on those who didn’t. How sad, you scoffed while you said it. Maybe they should have known better. At least there will be less traffic now. Fewer cars. Fewer survivors. You did this on your own. This survival isn’t for everyone. Now you can make more money. There will be more resources for you. More resources for the select few that can tick along in life like this. Grit their teeth. Take the punch. You deserve the glory for doing so. Didn’t they know? I said the tornado is on its way.
Let this assure you there is less meaning now. There wasn’t any, to begin with. But there won’t be any now that it’s over.
You are the alpha and the omega. The beginning and the end. It all begins and ends with you.
Maybe that’s all you need.
I will want to risk a lot.
You’d quiver. I’d wink.
You know winning isn’t bought.
I crave freedom, the brink.
(*the title and photo caption are from a song by Lana Del Rey)