In the End—
it might be good.
I’ll know my past was lived.
I might be happy,
but I could be sad.
Who knows?
Do we give up when we reach the end?
What if we never reached the end—
would progress be existent?
We finish a book
or a test,
and we move on,
because we have more to progress
otherwise.
I guess we may never reach an actual end.
But how would we know if it was
The End?