It's heavy,
It's tiring,
The not knowing,
The worrying...
When will it end,
Will it ever really end...
What is an ending anyway,
If what follows is merely a continuation,
And not a new beginning,
As everyone leads you to believe...
They say when one door closes,
Another one opens,
But what if it's the same door,
Just a different person answering...
Maybe we really aren't meant to know,
It's all blind faith,
Isn't it?