When will the pages stop turning?
How could there possibly be this many? My fingers are
burning from turning, what feels like a million pages
to me.

Makes no difference to me. I'm up to my knees. With
miles to go. No way to really know what's left to find
out about a character lending his life for shortest
ending. Is this the end of the story finally coming?

Is this the of the story finally? It's a longest way
to the shortest ending. Arguments. Happiness. Lie with
a smile. Popularity contests, and miracle miles of
traveling. Weather for days. Skies were a blaze. 1000
degrees even under the shade. Trying everything just
to finish this. It's taking everything to keep me from
giving this all up for a chance to see the beginning
and the shortest ending. No matter how hard I try to
deny.
It denies me 100 times more. I could say every thing
right. I'm still going to be wrong just like I was
before. Well I'm
starting the story again. Understanding the way this
will end will still be an end loose from pretending we
will when we know that we won't. Saying you do when you
know that you don't...

(Thanks to Valerie for these lyrics)