Linear

I am but the sum of my parts.
Two halves.
One End and One Beginning.

One path, seems pointless these days,  
so doomed to be unfulfilling.

Yet many have no choice.

A penny is worth more than a shilling to some.
If ever I do
Come
Undone.

Don’t fault yourself,
I shouldn't have folded on the cards that were dealt.
But for once please notice my lack of fun.

Till then,

I smile
for
the camera:
Won.

Though boilers burst,
one
by one.

I shrug off these shouts.
As I take out into account.
That is what I’m trying to accomplish.

Will never truly
be done.

Not in this lifetime.
And not in the next.