begins with the end

begins with the end, and ends with the beginning
a life comes to standstill, the world keeps spinning

love in thy heart, will sure lead to suffering
don’t reach for the moon, her mirage heartbreaking

life is an idle pursuit, for the one still living
what becomes of him, with that beloved unwilling

the poet weeps, to leave his abode enduring
new raiments he must find, for a destiny alluring

it all came to naught- the preparations, the planning
the more he played, the more he kept losing


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