Why
do we have a care for knowledge,
Or the thought of
Heaven or Hell?
What does it matter what is
up and what is down?
Why should I care about the
past or worry for the
present?
What gave us the curse
of the wonderful gift of love,
And why do we
quest for more when, in the end,
end is all that there is?
It is the same thing on
the last page of every book,
the quiet finish to each fairy tale.
That is all that there is, that is all that there
ever will be;
End.