To end

Once there was a brutal time
When I stood between the paths
Not to choose the right or wrong
But to end in better at last

Now that I have walked my way
And the stones have gone astray
I see them mock my way throughout
By the echoes from the past.

Now the saints have gone so far
And cupids end up feeling stupid
Now the glories turn around
Having a great laugh

But I have come too far
To turn around and walk
Yet I have realized
the humor Of our gods

What if its really true
And karma does exist
Would it bring with it the wine
Of all the deeds I did?