Walking In Circles

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None – Half bread – None
It always leads back to the first one
The beginning begins,
And eventually justifies the means
This only proves one thing: An end must come
But needs the first to form

It’s a cycle, it’s a deceit,
A veil that cloaks your swelling feet
So that you walk round a fire
And wonder why you sweat
For to you stands no fire
But a desire to be met

Struggle not much, my friend
We are perhaps the clowns in a circus
We are perhaps safer to walk round in circles
Than to never see a straight line’s end


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