Your name is the End
The Beginning and the End
and here I am
standing in the middle
of my everything
wondering where this all is going
what the rhyme and reason is
the secret behind this season
and those frozen seeds
what about them?
those that I have
with my own shaky hands sown
on that barren and stony soil
will I ever see them blossoming?
here I am
in this thick fogginess
taking steps towards unknown
to meet you somewhere there
where you say you already are
joyfully cheering
and holding the final piece
of my mystery
just because
your name is
the End
