Blackened Beginnings

It seems as though there is no end Just continuous beginnings and outlasting inbetweens Though we know the end must come, we stop and start again Measure the distances from here to there You can see the time passing Minutes or inches no matter, the space is daunting Wreck less in the journey, it takes time for us to become graceful once more The never seems so black, but the light so dim This is why we never end Stopping will only make the black blacker and the dim light dimmer No more sojourning, no more grace It seems as though we are stuck Like sticks in the mud, there is no hope We must be rescued, saved Help is the answer, but the black is so black it seems as though the light will never break through We wonder how we got here, in our never ending middles and our reoccurring beginnings The endings just never seem to make it The agonizingly long days of being stuck in the blackness Soon, there is no light Too dim to see, and the black is overwhelmingly black We wish we could begin again