The End Justifies the Means

They say, all's well that ends well,

But is it, we can never really know,

For just a journey can never quite tell,

What's left behind, along the path we go,

The carnage that our actions strew and throw,

All that transpires well behind the scenes,

Could forever change the present's free flow,

The end can never justify the means.

This challenge is like a rogue rebel,

Wanting all the glory in life's game show,

We're all held in this empty enchanted spell,

What a curtain we manage to sew!

Hiding all sadness we cause and the woe,

Grabbing glory, while we also demean,

All events leading us to become so,

The end rarely ever justifies the means.

The consequences , we can never tell,

Life is this fragile, frail snow château,

And in its frail crumbling arms we dwell

And weaken as its cutting, cruel winds blow

And get crushed by what fate finds to bestow,

The end does matter but so does all in between,

All of us distracted by life's glitter and glow,

The end just doesn't justify the means.

We're all mere characters that we just outgrow,

Aftermath haunts even great kings and queens,

We're all moving through it as we see fit though,

Does the end justify the means?