End On End (Rites of Spring)

I've had days of end on end Where nothing changed cause nothing began. Restless movement in an empty room, Gathering shadows of a darkened blue. And oh- it feels so strange- when it comes again. Cycles of end on end, edges begin to blend, time Following time, a pattern becomes defined. I had a feeling from end to end. Tried to catch it before it started again. Pushed it away to force a laugh, But inside I didn't have the breath. And oh-it feels so strange