Two dirt roads from separate towns merge out in the desert. Painted lines and road signs vanish into the distance. “A trick of the eye” said the rational mind. "Parallel lines never come together." But I like to muse that we’re all drawn to a unifying perspective. A pencil dot that consumes our world gives life if we turn the canvas over. Tell me how it ends. Tell me how it ends. Two young boys from separate towns rode the beast through the desert. Steel track lines to better lives vanish into the distance. It caught my eye the other night, a book with the same title. I like to muse that we're all drawn to a unifying perspective. The least I could was sing a tune for you, a prayer for safe passage. Tell me how it ends. Tell me how it ends. La dah dah dah dah dah dah. Tell me how it ends.