Halfway to the End

Sometimes we start with a spark, a flame that flickers bright,

But halfway through the song, we fade out into the night.

We write and weave with endless dreams, chasing the perfect tune,

Yet every melody we craft, it vanishes too soon.

Thoughts collide like crashing waves, unfinished symphony,

A mystery in every line, a song that’s lost at sea.

We’re caught in this endless chase,

Never quite connecting,

Our melody’s a fleeting ghost,

Forever resisting.

This band that can’t complete, a song that’s incomplete,

We start but never finish, the rhythm’s incomplete.

Hold on to the echo, the whisper in the air,

A song that stops mid-flight, hanging everywhere.

In the silence between, we hear what’s never said,

A melody unbound, floating just ahead.

Dreams that fade in the middle, stories left unsaid,

A musical mystery, forever hanging by a thread.

And so we leave it there, in midair, undone,

A song that never closes, just a story spun.

Maybe someday we’ll finish, or maybe not,

But every start’s a promise that we never forgot.