Will This Ever End?

Chitter-chatter down the hall,

Look! as that kid has a fall.

I continue walking, walking as far as I can go,

And I hear a lost soul, "I can't take it here no mo'".

Yet, I just keep walking down the hall.

Each room, like the last.

Causing us to all live in the past.

This hall appears to never end,

yet we all just go on until our end.

Years one, two, three, four,

Oh god! why is there more?

We beg and plea,

no more for me!

Yet we walk down this hall, even more