There’s an ending out there somewhere.
Every story must evolve, must
resolve
To grand conclusion,
Bland illusion set aside.
I am, you am, we am puppets
In this Punch and Judy show
Waiting for the plot to catch
us
In the house where we reside.
Someone called it criminal.
Someone let the devil in.
Someone stumbles through the
darkness
Desperate to get away.
No one knows the final
answer.
No one dares to take a guess.
No one angles to impede
Progression toward the yea or
nay.
There will come a summing up.
There must be a hit or miss.
All that’s precious, all
that’s sure…
Someone has to finish this.
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