When does the end begin?

From the moment we're born?

From our first heartbreak, or the first time we break someone else's heart?

We, as a society, have become cold,

So to say that the end comes from a lovelorn heart,

Is just.

But not everyone gets the chance to fall in love.

Not all of us understand what love is.

Perhaps this is why we break so easy,

We expect others to be our glue,

When in reality they were hoping you'd be theirs.

So to that love is the cause,

Well that would be detrimental.

Young girls grow up dreaming of a prince charming,

And young boys are expected to be that dream,

When all it really is,

Is a dream.

And I'd like to hope that our end does not begin with our beginnings.

A baby,

Brought into this world,

To die?

Yes we grow,

But millions of cells die everyday.

And in the end our body's can't reproduce those cells,

As quick as they die.

Let's say chaos theory got it right.

Let's say that a butterfly,

Can cause a hurricane,

Millions of miles away,

With a flap of its wings,

One choice,

Can determine your fate,

And possibly the fates of those around you.

Would you live in fear,

Knowing that your choices may very well be your undoing,

Leaving only yourself to be held accountable?

Or would you live fearlessly,

As if each day was your last.

The truth is we will never know when the end begins.

Or where the end,

Ends.