Holding Pattern

We've been here before.

I recognise the landscape.

In 72 hours

How much could've changed?

But this isn't our first time

Circling this particular drain,

So  tell me why the hell

We'd want to try it again?

And yet, 

It's the same old refrain

On an infinite loop

I just can't seem to escape/break free from

The gravity around you.

Lost & Found

You used to say

You'd be the one to fix me.

Never took you for a creeper.

Never thought you'd be the one

To make the wound much deeper.

And I tried to make you 

Into something

You were never meant to be.

That's over now.

The lie's broken down.

And now

I'm standing in the lost and found.

I used to think 

I was strong enough

To never leave your side

But time's the measure

And he knew better

And somehow it seems I lied.

And I tried to make me

Into something

I was never meant to be

But that's over now.

That lie's broken down.

I look around 

And see that somehow

I'm right back

In the lost and found.

Again (Einstein's Insanity)

I've done it again.

I've gone 

And put my foot in where

I ought to have refrained.

I tried my hardest

And yet failed.

I gave my love

But it proved vain.

I trod ground 

Where armies quailed

And braver men fell

While women wailed.

But nothing ventured,

Nothing gained

So I went at it

Unashamed.

Now I find,
To my dismay,
And despite lessons learnt
Along the way,
That pushing on 
Against the grain,

I've gone and done it 
Once again.

Parting of the Ways

This is the end.

The end of the road my friend.

This is the start.

The start of paths being sundered apart.

This is the last.

The last spin of the wheel. The die has been cast.

Then let it end.

Let it end so something else can begin.

Let it start.

Start at the place where first faces last.