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`Now that I look through these pages,

Worn and tattered down to the core,

Along with faint letters that can scarcely be read.

Is this -- really -- the end? ~

I stride right across you,

Even tapping your shoulders and crashing into your arms,

My feet stagger at the sight of you,

You hardly glance at my direction and only to run across --

To run across that endless path~,

Where nothing lies ahead.

Surely there is something, that even waits for me too.

But for now~, I think the possibilities are at end.

Where I see nothing,

But lies and grief.

-- No truth ~

Has been told.

It's been like this, forever and unknown.

I continue to run.

That endless pass, through the gates and doorways,

Hardly no-ti-cing my... Surroundings.

I crash and fall and only to do that -- Once more.

Birds fly above me with definate liberty,

no end to their flight. Their life practical and unceasing.

But I stop dead across a wall which you've created, now I'm frustrated.

If this is the end, then I don't want it.

Trash it, break it, I just really don't want it.

Get it away~, I'm running away~.

Because I - want - no - end - in - m y l i f e.

No end in my life --

[ Never an end in my life ]

Get it away --, Let it stray away from me.

To let it fly across those plains,

Letting the end just float away.

I'll always be there.

Never to die out, in the flames of a burning candle.

To continue to ignite over and over again.

Always lit with never an end.

A story moving even after a happily ever after.
Always moving.
Never stopping.

-- Tick tock. --

There never really is [ T h e E n d ]

. . .

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