It has come full circle
This road we have traveled for so long
We have seen it all
Or at least we think we have
All the trees and flowers
All the stars
All the footprints we never hoped to emulate
Walking in an endless cycle
Never advancing
Never retreating
Remaining stagnant
Content with isolation
And these footprints
The ones we always thought to avoid
Are all that remains of us
Just etches of memories
Plastered in earth
Serving no real purpose
Providing no real guide
Simply existing
A meaningless truth of how,
after it all,
we are exactly how we started:
Just two lost souls
Walking the same old path
for the first time...
Again.
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Written February 7th, 2006
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Comes across as slightly predictable, but that, I think, is the point. Does a great jub of circling around on itsself, one wants to read it over and over again. One gets the feeling of being trapped.
P.S: This reminds me of a poem I wrote, Fire and Truth, I think, or Coming Full Circle. I can't remember what I called it. Ah, well...
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