Stick your fingers into your ears- the birds won't stop singing, I won't stop leaving, you won't stop wishing, and the wind won't stop blowing. But i'm over enemies, the ghosts are getting too much.
I'm opening but closing up.
And, I can't hold my breath long enough to get as deep as you want.
But I tie messages to limbs to keep them in mind. And I keep clocks close to keep track of time. And I keep buildings around to break down the breeze. But, an ending by any other name... It's still an ending.