The idea of “end” never occurs to me, Regardless of the subject Or the situation we’re in. So it is the “end” with you. We believe, both, In no ends, And the age of that belief is old. I’m not wrong, nor right. It goes a bit beyond that, And it seems none of us cares, Or think much of it. Those are the circumstances We often go around, As we always did. The result is as we wish it, As we make it to be. I’m not sorry. Are you? No… It’s not about what we did, Or what we said, and how. Often we spoke of closed pathways, How it leads us always to a different avenue Of thought, life and consequence. Life is a joyride But no matter how strong We are, or how strong The hands are held, The skin is tricky, slippery… As is the mind, But what is is, And every action is a consequence Of a consequence… And so on for all eternity. No good byes… Isn’t it the ultimate irony? We live lives within lives, Have thoughts within th
Comments
Post a Comment