It’ll all come full circle

You’ll get a glimpse of every emotion

Pondering your existence over the vastness of the ocean

Casting light onto the notion that you’re a victim of your identity

That you are a product of your thought, and that thought was not a remedy

To what you sought.

It drew you deeper in delusion

A fixed state of confusion

Brought you no resolution

And now you stare within the present through the lens of the past

And realize, not a thing, in this life will ever last