Circles

Oh, very well. At least at the end I'll be ... farther along, I suppose. Step after step in my afternoon jog. It's funny how I hate running in circles - but we're always running in circles; it's Earth, after all, only nobody ever reaches the end. So ... will I ever be farther along? Answer me this query all you wealthy and wise, or else, stop bombarding me and yourself with your pitiful claims. What do I care for your resource and power, when at the end of the day, your breath surely expires, like the last of our race at the far end of time? There is no end; just a mindless gear, that was running long before time ever began. And what is my aim, when all that we do, is lost to the shift of all forms? What is true? 31 July 2018