As the circle turns
The cycle remains
Time marches to no end
A work day only ends on the weekend
The sun shines without a break
Looking upon life
Wondering its meaning
We live
Grow old
In time we die
The journey maybe different
It's end we know will come
Escape is impossible
The question weights upon our soul
The quest to seek beyond the days allowed
The quest seems to be in vain
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