The Circles of The World Will One Day Break
They say that One becomes as humble as can be, by recognizing their own mortality,
One only gains control when control is lost,
An Act of Faith is always the cost,
It’s the only way to be, a paradoxical reality,
Like everything else, dichotomy and duality,
The law of two is what is true,
Black and white, red and blue,
There’s one for me and one for you,
Tirades and rants and rambles too,
In shambles or on top of the world,
The story’s the same, whether boys or girls,
It’s just a game, as everyone knows,
And that is just the way it goes.
