Strange how in the end you think about the beginning
Things that comes full-circle, events with their ending
Rethinking, mulling over the “what ifs and how comes”
So strange how it all ends, our days and their sums
Some think, others groove in their familiar old patterns
Weirder still are those who act just like they’re Saturns
Thinking can be fun, creatively dramatic to capture Life
Losers and abusers just make excuses why they’ve not rife
