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
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