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. marks the end of things
but what about the beginning?

A beginning just simply begins
It is marked by nothing but itself.

Where is the transition?
We see the end, but what about the beginning?

It represents nothing but itself.

Is it that god or whomever is the beginning so everything else is middle and end?

We are the colours that paint over a scene of black and white
we are the ones that create
wrongs and rights
we are given choice
and above it all
it is us that decides
what is big and what is small

Life, so complex in its simplicity
What IS the difference between you and me?