Revolve

There's an endless cycle of living, Where it's not always good or all bad. It's constantly circling around taking and giving, Seemingly lost, like a chaotic nomad. While surviving along the two-dimensional plane, Appearing to obediently follow only that of time. One can only search about aimlessly, For some reason to an obtuse rhyme. However blind, there is a direction, that Leads to an unforgiving cause and effect. When the sums may become insurmountable, No matter the levels of disrespect. Yet beyond this flat, geometric reasoning, Alternatives are seen, not from a circle, but a sphere. As a multitude of tangents take new form, Bringing new hope, along with old fear. This revolution seeks to close its own circle, Though its path will be curvilinear in its quest. Since its journey may evolve with new experience, Allowing for growth in the universal test.