The Loop

When the end is never the 

End is never the end,

And you can't comprehend the 

Meaning of peace,

Chaos reigns as the only state of

Mind you'll ever know.

Yet, in the midst, the wisp of a myth

Tickles your thoughts,

And you think that you deserve a 

Little thing called closure.

As if it's a cure-all in life, this belief

That no matter what you go 

Through, everything will be okay as 

Long as you obtain some kind

Of absolution, false or not, always

Holds firm in circumstances

Full of pain and the disparity

Of confusion.

I don't get it, because for those

Like me, who do obtain a moment

Of clarity amongst their own personal

Shitstorm of would-haves, could-haves

And should-haves, realize that 

The calm never lasts, as the

Panic always comes back in little

Stricken moments, and I guess

That's the loop, that's life,

The endlessness of mistakes,

Because the end is never the 

End is never the end.