Into an End

Just a poem, summing up my beliefs.

 

The ages across ages welcome us,

With open arms we fall fast into the oblivion,

Only to awaken to that blinding light.

The light, it beckons, though our surroundings

Are so moist and warm and comfortable.

Déjà vu? Perhaps so, perhaps not.

For everything in this world retains its purpose.

Live, die, live again. Wash, rinse, repeat.

Every person is but one person.

So, does this mean then, that we hate ourselves?

Do we war against ourselves, kill ourselves,

For the sake of greed and power?

Do we then, also, love ourselves?

I am you, and you are me, endlessly.

Forever and ever into an end.

Author's Note

A little all over the place, but that's the point!!