the circle of life; not the lion king shit.
our lives are a tiny part of history. and history and life are always loops in time; history repeats itself. the circle is more associated with our lives than we think, so i reckon.
and now this other circle is complete, i've made a friend only to lose him. robert frost : nothing gold can stay. so it ends, fare ye well, earth... till our lives cross again. thanks once more for everything good, will miss you bro.
and then there's you. you with bittersweet memories and expectance. we've gone so far, only to come back here to square one. if this what you want, im no one to force you. i'll still be waiting outside your door, as i always have been.
so eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day,
nothing gold can stay.