there is no end...

looking back at a self-made prison cell...while looking forward, into infinity...

i ponder and wander, if only in my mind,

to places i had never been, because i'd been confined,

the thoughts of then and thoughts of now,

change my perceptions of all of this somehow,

but when i sleep, i change it all,

unlocked, unbound...the damage calls,

to fix a tear, or mend a seam,

sometimes i sit and want to scream,

i watch things die, i watch life bloom,

i'm matching every step with doom,

and after all this, playing pretend,

i'll know the truth, there is no "end"...




The End

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