The end stands here
Where the beginning was once,
Our paths might never meet again,
So let us just dance.
Our past doesn’t always stay the same,
Every moment changes it at once,
Tomorrow might never really get to breathe,
So this might be our only chance.
The end is here
Where the melody has played more than once,
Come, let us drift into yesterday
Even though we never began our dance.
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Daily prompt: Uneven