A Sprawling Mess

At the start it's all light Until night comes As we grow we alternate Light and dark Dark and light In the end it could be dark But then again it could be light At the end, I suppose I won't care Well because it's the end I'll have no time to consider Or to reflect on the shade of it All you can do is embrace the end And accept it. It's the last great mystery of man What happens at the end The unanswerable question I guess we'll never know Do we want to know Does the mystery not make life exciting Would knowing your fate not ruin the journey Enjoy the journey and wait for the surprise at the end. Now I don't know what this is A poem of sorts I presume No structure to my words Similar to our life on Earth A mess splashed on a page Like people and there lives on land Both are working towards the end When it's all neatly wrapped up, But I could keep on going for a good while I'll finish this sprawl here and tell you about a girl She's pretty, smart and funny I want her as my world She didn't think so highly Of her looks brains or charm But when I see her name Her presence keeps me calm Now I've started rhyming This poems got a flow But I've ran out of words And I think I'll probably go.