~The cycle~

There were lots of thoughts before.

But when put down into words,

It somehow feels different, sounds different.

But nevertheless,

Without a start, there's no production,what more,

A satisfied product.

When dust finally settled down,

And there's not much to do,

What's left was..

The same thoughts that was pondered upon

When I was back then too..

They say never get too involved,

For you too, will be lost.

Sometimes understanding that much,

Will bring me down too.

Hence, the same cycle again.

The wrath, the blast and the guilt.

And also the what if, how about and what now.

No matter at what age.

The cycle is still around.

And I'll have to wait,

Until it brings me back to the ground.