The past has become , again , my present.
And yesterday, once again, today.
gain, I let the world fool me into thinking,
That there could be a different way.
Round and round the carousel goes.
Never leaving the track it's on.
And so on and so on, cycles - me.
'Til eventually the hope is gone.
The scenery changes around us,
People? They don't change at all.
Not their acts, ideas, or opinions.
Once fallen?..then again must fall.