Cycle

A vicious circle will lead to a cycle,
We are just small amounts of hope.
Laid out waiting for some changes,
Changes to a cycle that always comes,
And so, we descend into these cycles.

From places of safety and security,
To a known detached of irrelevance.
Nourished by this abysmal called life,
And our uncertain ambiguity of reality,
Only to see the actual reality instead.

We endure life if just for another day,
Surviving the day to live for a future.
Take what is at hand to see us through,
A seemingly never-ending cycle goes on,
The real future is this unchanging cycle.