Isn’t it funny how I always expect an end?
Like the curtain should close,
the credits should roll,
and what is done is
Because to me an end seems logical
and there’s to time left to think
Oh who am I kidding?
When has life ever been logical?
Because really, aren’t I just living
in a bad sequel?
A plot that refuses its closure,
a director who loves it too much
for it to end?
Oh why can’t things just go as planned?
But when the world has to keep on turning…
shouldn’t I understand?