Paradox of the Hour

An obvious end is lacking
Its manifestation is so logical
But illogical to those who should have known
A paradox of the hour, one could say
That we didn't believe it would happen
But knew it was coming all along
It all makes too much sense

But beyond that some of us knew
And some of us currently live it
This is beside the point however because conversely
We know nothing for knowing everything
A wise assumption is made folly with enough agreement
The truth is made false simply by belief
For the mind makes everything what it is (to us)
It all makes too much sense

Events transpire constantly but only some are remembered
Lengthy but noteworthy
Time seems to be only what we recall
And when and where those events fall
Could possibly end all
But regardless of what happens there will always be
An endless wall
It all makes too much sense

An obvious end is lacking
A paradox of the hour, one could say
Because for some reason, day by day
We all wait for what we expect to say
Knowing we'll be surprised by what is actually
Not surprising in any way
Beyond that some of us know
And some of us used to live with it
A wise assumption can be taken at face value
And the world is just fine
It all makes so little sense