round and round again
i wonder when was the turning point
that caused that huge twist of fate
and left me living the life of the wretched
the wanderer
the soulless

and so it goes...
round and round again
coming to a full circle
a vicious circle
the prospect
the hope
the oppurtunity
the realisation
the misery
the darkness
the confusion
the lost
the pain
and at the end of it all..
THE END.

and so it goes...
round and round again
the never-ending search
for the righteous
for the virtue
for the sign
a glimpse of its eyes
and then
like always
it disappears
the coldness then engulfs me
colder than my heart
if you can imagine

and so it goes...
round and round again
till i get
a call
from
GOD


'like a free for all;
the good ones are always taken'