When do we stop?
At some point you think it has to right?
  Everything must stop.
   Well when is it our turn?

Leafs change colors and fall to the ground.
Animals die and so do relatives.
   Then their just gone they have stopped.
     But when do we stop?

We hurl on through life-
  learning about it all-
   about nothing-
    everything about nothing

Then we try to teach it to others.
We try to understand it ourselves-
   and still we don’t stop

All around us things start-
new things.
  On their life long walk waiting for the end-
    waiting on the lottery

Reemergence’s of old things-
old feelings-
  old memories.
   Some linger-
    others stop-
     but we’re still moving.

We just want to rest, to stop moving for a while-
but we don’t-
  and its miserable.

All the emotions and the feelings-
the questions-
  the experiences-
   the content some have found.
    It all piles up-
     And it’s moving us, always moving us.

Eventually we get to the end.
It’s not very pretty.
  We’re still not content.

we start to worry-
about all the questions we had.
  The ones that were never answered.
   What we didn’t discover-
     didn’t feel.

then, there is fear.
Because all this time we have wanted to stop.
  Now we want to go on.
   We don’t want it to fade away.
    We're not done here-
     and we become more miserable-
      more angry.

Then we miss the ultimate experience.
The one in the very end.
  Where we see what’s next.
   Where we discover what this whole experience was.
    And where we truly find peace.