Ring Road

Because in free moments
Watching through the spreading eyes of binocular,
Brief account of existence is found, in the circular routine
And rejection of that rock's placement on the hill;
Controlled and pushed hopes of Sisyphus time and again
Are being drawn to the valley with rock,
Silent spectator of that unconquerable war,
Along with the demise of meaningless days
Departs to the cremation early morning
Being late night's funeral participant,
Life travels in the tedious ring road.

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