My thoughts are many, but fragments;
Each one not making any sense on its own.
Haven’t quite figured out how to put all the pieces together;
Perhaps…no, that would be the easy way out.
Each end looking for a beginning;
Each beginning keeps starting over.
Is it the past merely repeating itself?
Or is it trying to teach a lesson that can’t be learned?
The answer is somewhere between the beginning and the end.
Because the end, ultimately, is death.