Never ending

The constant, Never ending,

turmoil, yet tranquility

of the journey.

Of the trudge.

Trains, endless in nature

but we all know how the story goes.

Pains of the body

and of the mind;

of the heart

and of the soul.

Never ending as the stars in the sky.

“Just endure it!”

They exclaim.

Beaches. vast,

yet limited.

Sands of time,

all by myself, yet not alone.

One must learn to be solemn.

Never ending as the ocean.

“There’s plenty of fish in the sea!”

They repeat.

Madness, peace.

War, treaties.

Foes, companions.

The constant cycle,

grotesque but beautiful all the same.

Never ending as love.

“Have some grit!” They throw out

as a desperate

band-aid fix.

Shackles of entrapment and prisons of empty promises.

responsibilities of legacy and appearance.

cycles of oppression, words,

and the constant

drone.

Never ending,

like a train.

Freedom of cyclically

is the mangled garden of all;

one day.