The end is never the end,

It stops then starts again.

When all you don’t have is what you want.

When time stands still and all you want is for it to go.

In a place where regrets lie and hope doesn’t stand.

Do you bite the hand that gives to you

Or do you let the thought pass by.

Why do I feel like this?

What is the purpose?

Why was I given so much that is out of my control?

Is it even mine?

My life moves on as this feeling seems to fester.

Born in a world that doesn’t give in to me.

Sent off in a flesh where I had no say.

Let the world pass by and the flesh follow it’s steps.

It’s a feeling that doesn’t end.

It just stops