THE END OF THE BEGINNING

The end of the beginning is marked, 

by the beginning of the end, 

oh don't go round the bend before your time, 

its all a damned great puzzle, 

this life its ups and downs, 

we have no oars to steer with, 

and fate is always bound about your forms, 

all influences, viruses and dramas mental too, 

come like the simple air we breathe right in, 

and always through, in and out and in and out,

but some take root and rout about,

make you and me and any you 

change our original cells each day, 

each hour some, 

and some go wrong and start the 'fun!'

Fling one here and there and scare, 

drop us in the well, the well with no depth,

unending down and down we drown in darkness, 

in thoughts and dreams, and day-dreams too,

distorted, clear, distorted by the oscillations

of time, its pendulum, that never stops, 

tick tock, tick tock, tick tock it mocks and mocks, 

we limply must comply to every lie we ever learnt, 

in faith and in belief of who we really are,

most never find the answer, who has it, do you?