At the end of it all, I wonder, Why do I do what I do? And with every second passing by , Something inside me dies and, something brews … They say we have a mind and that it’s beautiful, They also say that its one cold beast, But then why does it conflate with emotions? And in the face of you, all reasoning cease? And still wondering, I do ‘cause the mind continues to defy all rationale, And I wonder, if it's really the end? When the loop of the dawn and the dusk never runs stale? And I wonder again, If it's death if you go insane? And with the multitude of seconds that have gone by, If what is dead today will ever brew again?