Analogy Of A Paradox
It hasn’t a beginning
and it doesn’t have an end.
We paint it as a circle
to better comprehend.
Always has existed
and forever will it last.
An established point of reference,
yet the riddle still holds fast.
A two dimension circle,
now a three dimension sphere.
There goes the point of reference,
which way now do I steer?
Questions within questions,
within questions, within plans.
The riddle stays eternal,
time will not reveal its hand.
I see the circle growing bigger.
I see both paths are really one!
With the future bare for change,
the past, a song already sung.
We dare not find the answer,
less the riddle be undone.
So, why we say a circle?
Well, squares are just no fun.
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