The Ending

the song ends,

another begins.

like my thoughts,

they play in line.

i waited.

my whole life,

in the blink of an eye.

the crossover,

it must seem easy.

when does the end begin,

and the beginning ends?

as i draw my line,

the notes,

they continue.

like they are telling me,

how i should not,

be awake right now.

that the raindrops 

are but passing.

and my breath,

should be in standstill.

it should already be near.