For me the start of life was the start of a worrying trend, Bad wrongs I forget, right wrongs I mend.
Deaths the end to life, but dose that mean its an end.
If wrongs a product of right, is right how we begin,
Dose life start at the beginning or dose life start at the end.
I’ve managed to escape the illusion,
That all ends lead to a conclusion.
I’ve been told 'bout beginnings and ends,
It’s the middle where I aim, it's the middle where i was blind..
