No End

I go through life at such a frenzied pace;

this is one thing I should be able to face;

That is the strut of my walk upon a

darkened stage,

for when I do remember, I have to ask,

where did the players go?

and do I want to know?

My only company then becomes

only the ghosts of my past;

for I alone have pushed the present

and the future away at last.

My tortured soul will wander

into forbidden by-ways,

and always will ask,

"how much do I owe? how much am I due?"

The answer to both is the same -

nothing for me, nothing for you.

Going back to nothingness will

create a void, but I will return ever

so slowly, lest I go spinning once

more into that same Vanity and Pride

that will not let me go.

My absolution is to never demand

more of you, than of myself,

to always strive to be the highest

and the best;

Not the ragdoll dreams,

better left  upon the shelf;

There are still unanswered questions

from on high, probably I will try

and answer them - then again,

I may just cry.

Will you come with me and help me

through this veil of tears? Will you

counsel me, and take away my fears?

Or, will you stop and pretend, and tell me

that after all, there is no end?

B.J. McCall

March, 1993