The Cycle

I have nothing else to write
With so many thoughts in mind
Even the old seems new
And the new, well, it seems old

It is a Circle
Everything is a Circle

I have nothing else to write
Every great question
Has been given a great answer
Everything we can be has been understood

It is a Circle
Everything is a Circle

We have taken our own possibilities
And risked our humanity
While searching for it
In a world that was not recognized

Do not WiFi the heart
It would lose its touch

I really have nothing else to write
Not because I don't want to
Not because I've been blinded
It's just because there's nothing else to write

We've completed the Cycle

It is a Circle
Everything is a Circle

 

Like a dog chasing his tail?

But don't give up...

 

Correct my friend. It circles until tired...
And then a new one starts!

Un saludo siempre amigo poeta!