Unfinished Job

There are always plethora of unfinished jobs.


Looking at the falling leaves, wondering when does the falling stop.
Glancing at the moving trucks, tracking the prints they left.


I always have a feeling that life will not just end,
Without a finale, a final judgment of all your deeds.

But come and think about it,
A finale means nothing nonetheless.


Because what matters in life is not how many mistakes you make in your life,
How many mistakes you recognize is what matters.


There are jobs, undone and unfinished, at any moment.