#scriptam

[scriptamsententiam]

When will it end?

When will it end? You know the feeling. 

Where am I going? What am I doing?

It’s all the same unknown. 

When will it end? The emptiness, the purposelessness.

I know it all to be false, but why do I still hear it speak?

I know of the invisible forces that move me.

I know of gravity, but this... can it be real?

Who am I? A question asked at least once a lifetime. 

But is it ever truly answered?

We make our best guess and go for that, but it never works out just right.

The dream fails. And we will fail. 

So who are we? Why are we here?

To give light to the world or to plunge it further into the river of darkness.

The choice is yours, and the suffering is yours.

So you tell me, when will it end?