The endings come just when they should, not a minute early or a second too late. A story which nobody will read, or no one will care about and soon no one will remember. A dream that went on far too long when the dreamer should have woken up so very long ago. To the reality of how things are truely meant to be, where open eyes begin to see. Lines are drawn out in the sand, and no one will lend a hand. No one will ever stand for this to happen again.