Begin At The End (To Fight or Not to Fight)

Begin At The End

Do I fight it

Do I delight in it or do I despise it

Is there a purpose here

Why do I fear and why is the way ahead not clear 

The answer itself is the question

The fear is the beckoning direction

The creation is in the bloody dissection

I feel the need to run

I feel the need to know I'm done

I feel I'm many but can't grasp one

To fight is my right 

Though I'm told that sleep is for the night

The fine recline while I refine my mind

Wet as an invisible tear

As loud as sounds I cannot hear

So far apart when we get near

Each moments' hopes I commandeer

But do I want it

How mean it's taunt is

Extreme is me, though I was not born it 

In the hornets nest again

Trying to discard what is pretend

I may one day know why I fight

But I will never know when I've reached the end 

For every end has been where I began again