Circle of Life

What you sow you reap
What you give you get
Everything you do
has a consequence
In this life or the next
All is fair in love and war
You lose some
You gain some
A tugging tension
on both sides
You give your all
And it still isn't enough
You don't expect
And things suddenly
Work out
You hope for the best
Expect the worst
This is what they all say
No demands
Just what it is
You take things in stride
Stay calm and take
your time
And still
the storms come
This is life
It's neither fair or unfair
It just is
Perspectives
Frame of minds
Ideologies
Individual Differences
What holds these together?
What breaks it apart?
What makes things
beautiful?
What tears its beauty
apart?
What makes all things
possible?
What conquers the
unconquerable?
Am I wrong to answer
the inevitable,
undeniable, immeasurable
one?
Love conquers all
Cliche it may be
but what else is there
that lasts beyond eternity?
When you do things
in the name of such
mountains are moved
the comets are within
reach
And the stars and the moon?
they are at your finger tips
And you rest in the hope
that the Universe is
watching
every single good deed
And believe
The sun will shine
for you again
and for no one else.
Such is the
Circle of life
Everything comes
to its fulfillment
soon or in the late
future
Nature thrives on
balance
All will come into
place, rest assured
that all will
be complete and
be fulfilled...

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