A Vicious Circle
The world goes round,
So what?
Don't we all travel
In our own vicious circle?
We abuse and apologise,
Love and regret
Calling it all a part of life
But when have we lived totally?
When have not the fractions of our lives
Been cut into pieces
And left us bleeding?
Then we borrow some contaminated blood
And run the race with the earth
And those who are busy loving and repenting
The world goes round and round, so do we
But for what good reason?
To what good end?

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