What if life is a circle?
We die; it goes back to where it began-
Its starting line, with suppressed memories,
Déjà vu being the little we remember from these-
Whistle blows; it races to find its destinies-
And providence always giving it chance to improve,
Luckily or stupidly it exactly follows its past paths,
Remaking the same mistakes, the same right decisions,
Re-loving the same lovers, re-crying the same tears-
To complete its revolution and start again,
Until the best and worst of us make it kingdom come?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a circle indeed and a vicious one at that.. Good line of thought..