Ire.

I am a means to an end.
A train grinding rails
Running from and going to
Nothing and nowhere.

I am a means to an end.
A hammer, pounding nails
Left to rust in a box
In the basement.

I am a means to an end.
A fleet, setting sails
Around the world
To ruin.

I am a end...
To your means.

End of the road

It isn't here that this opened
Nor is it here that it will close.
It isn't here that you joined me on my path.
Or started on your own
And it isn't here that the journey ends.
Mine will, someday, near here
But not near you
See, you aspire to greater things
You'll reach heights I'll never see
And that will be okay.
Everything's as it's meant to be.