The end of the rope

The end of the rope is always a hard and cruel place
Even when you know you'll get there
You always want to delay the moment

It's like trying to chew eternally on something you really like
Eventually you will have to swallow

The end of the rope is where I have always hated to be
And I seem to get there faster than everyone

May that be because I choose really small ropes?
Or maybe because the rides are terribly fast?!

The end of my rope is where I don't want to be
Yet where I see it, all a see are the end of all my ropes