How many times must the clock tick?
How many suns must sink low for the moonless gloom.
How many turns must the hourglass should receive?
Before its the end of the circle.
It does loom ahead, doesn’t it— the end?
There must be a finish line; or else they wouldn’t pretend.
How many breaths must be taken in
Before the last breath is taken away.
How many nights are yet to be dreamed,
Before the unbreakable circle is broken.
How many births? How many lives?
How many deaths; then why must my soul survive?
This is the circle of time- is there really an end?
Or is it not circle but one continuous neverending line?