The worst by far

Is never to know

Call it haineus

Now that I've come this far

To the end

And still, I'll never know

What kind of person

I truly was

I'll never know

Though this life was mine

For a time

But what was this life,

If I never got to know

Who I was

Whose life it was

In fact

That I was leading

If I even felt love

Or hate

Or joy

Or fear?

Was it really life

Or something else?

Was it really just this,

All along

Was it all really just

Leading up to the end


Leading here:

To the end.