Treasure Island

Bull Hawking


There are no endings


Everyone remembers how things began

The end is always unseen

Kafka was right that's why he struggled

We begin then try to resolve

Our beginings

Try as we might we can't escape them

Wars are fought over such

All supposed endings wait

On the unseen. End

Which never comes

At least if it does we are then gone

And it doesn't matter anymore

A fabulous ending will never

Justify the beginning.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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