Blue skies show face as tides turn round,
Near the beginning again where hope lays drowned.
Devoid of meaning we apply it with love,
Filling the gaps in existence eyes flutter above.
On our way to fulfillment we carve the stone,
What once was ridged has become more like home.
Completion is upon us,
Should we celebrate or cry.
For it all begins again,
And not one of us knows why.
Lofty ideas gives direction to sails,
The soul spins round in pursuit of its tail.
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