once and again

the clock tics, the hour ends as it begun
the countless seconds, milliseconds
that turn to nights and days
the years that come and go
the body seeks comfort and pleasure
the heart that yearns for more
the mind that tires
the moments that are endless repetitions
the question that we choose to ignore
the hunger of spirit that triumphs and fails
the road that ends in a a ditch
the journey that ends in a meaningless sigh
the weres that I would if I coulds
the endless repetition of wants, wish, desires
the meaningless compromises to settle for for the next best option
the unfulfilled yearnings that revolve around the meaningless toil
to then end where we began ... why then the journey?

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