Round…
Like a cartwheel in motion…
Or a ride gone wrong…
How can something begin in the beginning
And end at the beginning itself…
Its unnatural, its abnormal… its life!
Life leads…
From the garden of darkness to the abyss of life!
It seems spectral at times,
To trek through life in the labyrinth of this world
With time as the sole companion…
Time, with its frail sense of companionship,
And idiosyncrasies aplenty…
It loves the word ‘Ironic’
And never fails to mock with distasteful derisory…
But we can’t shake off time…
I can’t shake off the changes it caused…
I can’t change the things that it has done…
I can’t change my habit… of blaming the wrong one
All the time!
It isn’t the clock… its just me!
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