Endless Circles

A poem, a bit abstact, proposing insight on life from a sort of dualistic viewpoint.

Endless circles
New and same places
Different people
Yet the same faces.

Forward in life
Or standing still
Still needing more
How to fulfill?

New every time
Windmills don’t fade
The blades are the same
No new façade.

Still we recycle
In any given turn
Familiar paces
New memory to churn.

Falling into it all
A dizzying spill
Spinning uncertainties
With relentless will

Turning up to down
And inside to out
Which way will be what
Leaving wary doubt.

Common feeling
With a steady pace
Eases the heart
To lessen the race.