Gone to the End

All things come to an end. No matter how or when they start. They all come to an end. All sorrow has an ending but not always a happy one. Who determines the end? The end is a power given to many. And too many are ignorant of their part in the end.

So many ends begin the starts. So many starts begin at the end, that if I look back on all that I've started, would that be how it began to end? One more time around. How do I start? What must I promise? What must I pledge, to ensure a new beginning?

Nothing ends like in the movies. And rarely do you get a new start. Someone else holds my old beginning. This is the longest end. What sort of start am I worthy to begin? Or is it someone, somewhere, sometime else that waits for me to end?

Every year on the day of my birth I ponder on my end. It seems to always be how I start. So why should it end now? This time seems different. Not new, just different. Is this the fresh start so many people quest for? Should I dare for an end to my depression?

Round and round it starts and where it ends few give their hearts. Does it end in darkness or an opening of light? Fear of the answer is what holds us tight. Or makes us scream in the middle of the night.

Who has the power of my start or end? Yet another birthday yet I ask again. Where do I begin? What do I do to start? How should I end? Am I the tale? Or am I just the tail end?

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It's a famous saying to say 
"I was born alone and I'll die alone."
Virtually no one is born to start alone. After all your mother is there. But you can die at the end alone. And the feat is never celebrated. 

It's to that end I think I shall take a sabbatical. As I can be seen most days and nights talking into a phone writing pieces that are better suited for a tombstone than for a life.

I think I shall sail a circular sea. Until my path brings me back to thee...