Don’t finish what you can’t begin.

It’s over when it’s over, but
It doesn’t start until it starts.
And where you start is up to you.
The middle’s where you find yourself,
Between hereafter and ago,
With choices you don’t understand
Except in cause and consequence.
And so your story writes itself
With every foolish folly felt.
And so your mind regains its peace
By ending what has not begun.