Running to the ENDI'm running towards the end, the end
The end of what you may ask... The end of what you may not know.
The end is simple, the end is near.
The end, not too far from fear
I wish I may relate to the end as the beginning
The beginning which is so foreign to the end
Like the poles of the earth, like the poles of a magnet, like good and evil, the beginning and the end may never unite.
So why? Tell me why? Why must we hope for new beginnings in the end?
The end is nothing but the end.
Running towards the end, when will I get there? For no one can tell
Or that we may think.
For the very one that can tell, HE is the beginning and the end.