And will it ever end? And if it never does, Then how did it ever begin? When forever comes, How will we know it’s here? I guess we’ll never know, Before it comes we’ll disappear. If forever never ends, Then we’re always in-between, Eternity behind us, And still more to be seen. When we live, we run a race, In which we’ll never win, A race that has no finish, A race that never ends. And if we’ll never see, The finish of the race, Then what’s the point of running? It seems like such a waste. But I will keep on running, To see what’s left in store, Until I run no longer, Or lose what I run for.