Somedays it turns out that life has no shape
It's just one thing after the other
You can't catch your breath
And you see nothing when you look over the edge
All you can do is put one foot after the other
Tally the days on the walls of your mind
And commiserate with your fellow prisoners of Earth
Don't bother plotting an escape
What's after this lasts forever
At least this part has a beginning and an end
It's up to us to give it chapters, forewords, and footnotes
Just remember that you're not the FINAL EDITOR