Directionless Insecurity

And they lived happily ever after.
The end.
The story of their life
Lasted
One hundred and fifty pages.
After the trials of love,
The tests of faith,
Their tale had nothing further.
No more lessons to teach,
Nothing else to offer,
Just that it all went swimmingly
Forever after.

Another's story-
Essentially the same-
Ends with a simple fact:
They lived.
But this also holds,
A certain emptiness.
The rest of that story,
Their lives,
Weren't interesting enough.

You've dreamt that moment,
You drown in the idea of it;
It isn't any fairy tale
Though it could very well be.
The end is predictable,
But that end is death.
Not "happily ever after."
Its more than an adventure,
Its more than just redemption.
The story you crave
The words you wish in your history,
Go on
To begin at birth,
To end at death,
And maybe,
Hopefully,
It extends beyond death.
The story is at once relatable
But completely new to the imagination;
Interesting, yet drones on;
Twisting, but also predictable.

It takes a while
But we begin to realize
We don't want that static,
If smile worthy end.
We want to know it gets better.
And by better,
We think fulfilling,
Worthwhile.

There is sadness in ending.

Characters live on
In most endings.
Though normal is no longer a possibility;
How can they cope with that?

How can you cope with happiness?
A sense of self?
If there is nothing and no one
To test it.

When the bad guy has been defeated,
When you've gotten back to routine
How do you cope?
How can it ever be enough?
How was it enough to fight for?

What are we doing?
What is there to look forward to?
Will life ever be simply enough?
Why are we here?
Why are we in the place we're in?
When will it end?
When will we feel it began?
Why do we do this to ourselves:
Separate,
Follow dreams that encourage that separation,
Pursue a life to work?

Distractions
Appreciation
Time
Love
These are essential in reality
So we don't realize
The mess we have created
A mess developed in our histories
Caused by the same genetic abnormalities we possess
To this today.

From normalcy,
The pursuit of fairy tales,
The end,
To a beginning,
Reconstruction.

Fixing the mess can't happen.
There was a time we could fix what was broken.
Now we toss what won't work.
The mess,
This,
Is broken.
The way to fix it:
Tear it apart
Separate the pieces
Build it better
Get rid of the parts not needed
Construct a mechanism
More efficient.

For the love of humanity,
Break.