Why do we have a care for knowledge,
Or the thought of Heaven or Hell?
What does it matter what is up and what is down?
Why should I care about the past or worry for the present?
What gave us the curse of the wonderful gift of love,
And why do we quest for more when, in the end, end is all that there is?
It is the same thing on the last page of every book,
the quiet finish to each fairy tale.
That is all that there is, that is all that there ever will be;
End.