There is no The End.

When I walk up a ladder, I know, I have to follow a journey back down.
When I make a party plan, I know, at the end of it, I have to figure a way to get back home, safe.
When I fall asleep, I know, I'll open my eyes and live another day and it won't be the same as yesterday.
Death is a word of wisdom. A beginning comes after some end.
There is no The End.

There is no The End to how much hatred in the world there is.
How much of it I feel for a lot of things they do. And then I let them.
How much time I waste just worrying how many different things, things I say can mean.
And just say them anyway.
How many times I stop myself from doing something I am not fond of. And fail.
How much I wish. Silently. But never pray for it, respecting God's plan, believing, that's how it must go.
How easily, I can give away, stuff. And, forget about it.

If you ask me, I will find a way.
And if you don't ask me.
I still will.