The End Complete

The End Complete I-IV

The days continue to stretch into eternity.
I'm still here, watching it all and seeing nothing new.
I continue to wait and wonder what will become of me.
What happened on this road?
What brought me here?
The regrets and accomplishments are deep enough to swim in.
But mostly I just float.
Too apathetic to do much else.
I'd wear it like a crown, but I just don't care enough to do so.

Fingers like dead weight struggle to even pick up a phone.
I still manage to lift all my gear.
A million conversations in my head, but one on the street, the phone, the great outdoors.... just too daunting sometimes.

There's been so many manic mouths, all clamoring, all grabbing, all reaching for the same jagged pieces shaped like a man. And they've always been the same. Different faces all wrapped around the same twisted core.
Or maybe, I'm a flame burning myself out and they just are attracted to the light.
Who can say? Certainly not I.

I still can look at my hands and find lines I throw out against walls.
My desire to live the life I want sometimes overriding my common sense.
My survival instincts.
And still the strings dangle from my fingers.
I own my mistakes, caress them like lovers.
I adopt my regrets. Care for them like children and watch them grow.
And with every year, every day, every breath they grow.