What if this is the end?

What if this is all I'll ever know?

For this I cannot judge.

For today I am not what I will be tomorrow

Nor what I was yesterday, nor the day before

Nor what I am to become in years beyond this

My life is for me to create

As well as mine to destroy

It is the clay, and I the sculptor

My hands forever shaping

And my life forever spinning and changing

Into the kiln it will never enter

For that means it is finished

To be burned until unchangeable

And made brittle and hollow

Until eventually it cracks and wears away

I reject this outcome of my life

It is not my desire to settle

My life to be settled upon, no

My life will always change

And I must along with it

It is my duty to form and reform my being

I cannot expect what was yesterday or today

To be that of tomorrow all the same

I will, however, use their experience

To form a new paradigm; a new frame of mind

One that will put me on a new path

Your being was a path I chose to take

One I did not expect to travel

What I was to encounter was unknown to me

And that is why I chose it above all others:

The outcomes were virtually infinite

Would it lead to a vast metropolis?

With buildings resembling my ambitions and desires

Constantly growing taller and taller

Once the top floor is reached, the one above is now ready to be explored

Or would it lead to a lush garden?

One filled with such flowers never before seen

That would open my eyes to beauty and love

I did not know existed in this world

No matter where this new path leads

It will never lead to nothing

For even if the end becomes a void

I will create a new path for myself in the brush

One with new possibilities and experiences

My life is and forever will be a journey

One with no foreseeable resolution

With every choice I make, a new paragraph is written

Maybe a new chapter instead, in the story of my life

I am the writer, and I will never stop writing.