Reflections reflecting on repeating patterns A symbol of limbo and curses ever after From calling and crashing a story to tell Of a boy who was trapped inside of a hell But the hope seems to flicker and this day it did shine His year would be something, one of a kind And there would be good days and some gloomy ones too But the boy found some wisdom and interests that grew So that boy that would never see this circle ever end Had to hope somewhat harder so maybe he'd win Though that story is moving, the end is away Taking Time on vacation, but will come someday When it does we will wonder and ponder with fear May that boy have his passions and years be endeared.