Life and Inceritude

When does a story truly start? And when does it end? In this land of repetition How can we tell? Abundant chances at do overs And then again No chance as time runs over us all Sloppily wish washing over canvas Some image so vague But look closely to see the colours It takes your breath away In disaster some find peace In peace some find solutions In solutions some find problems A chain reaction so long Connecting everyone and none at all In this land of contradictions Superior is irony But there’s a meaning Deeper than what we know That explains this mystery It’s what we all are searching for When we know what it is Is that when our story truly starts? Or does it end? In this land of repetition How can we tell? We move forward a few miles But when we look up We might not have moved at all So the end might be the start Or the start the end See with your own eyes Decide and don’t regret.