How does it all finally end?
Do I just shut my eyes?
All soft dark, gently drifting away?
No one chasing after me with weapons drawn,
Like what happens each time I shut my eyes now.
Will I finally stop wanting then?
Will I see the uselessness of all these things and thoughts?
Will I have had enough?
And be ready to drift back home?
How does it all end?
The anticipation is killing me.