Revolution

After years of trudging, the stars are not any nearer Only the hardships multiply, but the path`s no clearer A rat race is for rats, but in His image I was made a man Yet the only thing I get closer to is the end of my life span Resolute, purposeful, obstinate and tenacious We walk toward a goal, but the logic seems fallacious: Is not everything in creation confined to an orbital loop? Even robust celestial bodies can`t break out of their coop Hurtle through space or meander aimlessly on earth You`ll forever shuffle on the path of death and rebirth The farther you go the closer you`ll be to the beginning We must travel inward to break out of this endless spinning