End Point

What’s the end point?
What’s the goal of the game?
Where’s the whole thing going?
Is there a chart with marks by our names?

Sometimes it feels like circles
Everything intertwining and stuck
Sometimes I want to walk away
Stand in the wilderness and shout “What the fuck?”

It is a game, isn’t it?
Someone made this all up, didn’t they?
So many coincidences and absurdity
Stacked in complexity like a well-crafted play

Is it paranoia or reality
That drags my thoughts around?
Is it mystery or entropy
That will end the story dark, without a sound?