When does the end appear?
When do the trumpets cheer?
The curtains close on a kiss, god knows
We can tell the end is near
Where do we go from here?

Yeah. I'd like to know.

Some days it feels like life is just one big circle... sometimes the circle widens, sometimes it tightens, sometimes it's a bit lopsided but everything comes around again... and again... and again... and y'know, that's not always good but it's not always bad either. *wry grin* But even thinking that, the question still stands:

Where do I go from here?

I feel like I'm at... not so much a crossroads. More a giant bus station, with busses leaving to all ports of call, trains too, taxis, shuttles, you name it, I could catch it. Most of them, eventually, would bring me back... but the journey might be long and dangerous, or dull and a waste of time, or they might just drive around the block and charge me an arm and a leg for the trip. I don't know. I can't honestly tell, this morning, which way to go. There's none of the impetus that drama brings, none of the certainty that it's THIS choice or THAT choice, suddenly it's EVERY possible choice all at once and no hurry deciding, because the busses will keep running forever.

I guess I'll go buy myself a metaphysical sandwich and a cup of Simile Soda and read the funnies or something.