Endings are beginnings too, you know;
Nothing's ever final until death.
And even then who knows where we might go?
As long as you are here and drawing breath,
The road goes ever on; the waypoints are
But roadsigns, and they all have backs to see.
So even if you choose to stop the car,
Get out and stretch your legs, there's going to be
A moment you restart, and keep on going.
Every point is part of the whole line,
And as you move along it it is growing,
Into infinity. So don't you pine
For what is past; look on and see the way
That opened up beyond from yesterday.
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