The Cycle

Take me walking through your mind, Travelling together, what will we find? Your company keeps me going, Only confused by never knowing, Where we start and where we end, Travelling onward towards the next bend, Can our minds change our fate? Or are we always destined to be late, Whether dealt a fair hand or not, We must settle for our lot, As thoughts run freely through your head, Your body lies still and dead. All that stress Has ended in a sorry mess, Now through life’s invitation, Appears a new generation, To face the same pain, And for what gain? Still all the problems remain, New bodies but recycled brains.