Start without a finish

Beginnings are funny things they're always running from finality they're always chasing me progression so potent it stings Haul myself out of bed once more, to face a day that willl soon be a blur it hurts so much to remember the tomorrow I'd forgotten the night before I've give anything in this cursed existence for this to be the beginning of the end but the lines of first to last start to blend I've stepped away from life such a distance I've lost my sense of sure direction, trying to get out of my mind, to be gone lying to pretend I have something to rely on I've lost my sense of safety and protection And so I find myself looking forward to the end of every beginning that prys open my dependency trying to break free of every wrong tendency hoping one day my need for apathy will mend