expression is cliche
the passing passion is passe
an existence now of once again,
That broken record never mended

and yet these volumes shan't expire
systemized by love hate and desire
happy sad and angry too
and all those things that we all do

perhaps it is just vaguely Time,
or we have discovered a tragic rhyme,
the measure of this life repeating
the collective steady of our hearts beating

And yet! renewed with every birth!
this life maintains its giving guile
and we are forced to stay a while
to behold this cirlce round and round,
as cliche as that may sound

so carry on, my friend
and live