Supposedly

I hadn't known The beginning for the end Life isn’t to be I own Some borrowed time, some soul to lend Yet unknown was the soul He who I did not choose to borrow Infuse to be given the role Am I to know myself tomorrow? Will I create a soul if I die? With the many dying to compare A never resting place to forever lie Perhaps simply, the many souls will spare To think I will not do, I did Things I will do, I commit Though uncountable will both lead An expansion we shall never keep A beginning, a supposedly end I... cannot have known If be... some soul I simply lend When will life I know be my own?