End Of The Line

End of the line, trudged on through time
I've lost my mind through death's grim signs
Sated my taste to take the battle on
The spoils of the end are curiosity's son
I led a life of stories so far & wide
By effort I avoided the ominous tide
It all came to this, visage of final bliss
Never came, and I felt shame; I played a game
The game of the illusory comfort
To hold my sanity together in fort
And by this day I have reached
Come this day truth we all seek
End of the line, trudged on through time
I've lost my mind through death's grim signs