Repeated Start

Repeated start

Conscious to a stranger all of sudden
doing one same thing over again
wake and work, feed life
Sit and think, do it again
No end finally
And all I see is repeated start.


Homason.

16-11-16.

Author's Note

I had a moment with 'observation' and she told me we're one living being-doing the same thing. No matter our differences and how far we go, we still return to our start- the dawn of every day and the activities therein...life is like a circle.

Reviews

[Homason]

Thank you Cyprian Van Dyke. Your name "Cyprian" and "Dyke" reminds me of a great African writer and an American psychologist/author.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

True that. A perfect circle; can't find where the pencil began and where it ended, only the shade gets darker indicating it never ended. Great poem!