the end of the road

how many times can it be said: it's all coming to an end

say it every day, see it every day

it's all coming to an end, it must come to an end

how many times can it be said before it ends?

ending is a process

the beginning of the end is where we stand

what can be accomplished at the end of empire that doesn't end with empire?

what, if anything, will remain?

certainty has been shattered

the paved road that stretches out before me is deteriorating into the horizon

the road does not continue, does not get better

it ends in a time and place without roads and where roads cannot go

our patch of the universe is transforming into something yet unknowable

all I can see is the end of what I know – nothing beyond

all I can say is that it's all coming to an end