End Matters Poem by Naveed Akram

We strive to end all matters at the start,
Like the arrow that finishes and exerts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?

I see wonders and forests of trees apart,
They struggle and inhabit the comforts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.

Likely outcomes reside in the cart,
Rolling into the street that reasserts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?

My living is called a sentence to depart,
Mine is the life that is of introverts,
We strive to end all matters at the start.

I catch the idiots of the hour in a flowchart,
Forgetting the tree of animals with efforts,
Must the final scene be of the dart?

I gather storms and saucers in what heart?
The real question lies in megahertz;
We strive to end all matters at the start,
Must the final scene be of the dart?