…And definitely not the last one.
The universe works in cycles
So we’ve all got until the heat death
To pour our hearts out again like
Every time is for the last time.

Caught in eternal recurrence,
Stuck in infinite Nietzschean bliss,
We’re like leaves growing and falling
And breaking apart only to grow again, 
reaching for the light.

What has been said before will be said again
And there are more words in the minds of all people
Than there are stars in the universe.
So, again, we put ourselves down on paper,
And give it a new name and pretend we’ve never read it before.

And so this is another one for you, again,
With a smile and eyes wide open like
The way we welcome spring after a long wing winter
Or each other after long days, after we unburden ourselves
Of the things we carry around like rocks every day
Simply because we think we have to
And are then left with only our hearts
And our bodies to share with each other
Again and again and again.