You’re back where you started.
It’s sort of poetic, wouldn’t you agree?
Life goes in circles,
That’s just the tale of you and me.

These feelings are temporary;
Current hopes and aspirations are fleeting,
How will you reinvent yourself next year?
Which version of you will I be meeting?

I have grown so tired of this game,
Hopefully you do not mind.
Reject this path of samsāra,
For I am certain you shall find

Relief as you release
And allow yourself to cry.
You keep saying it’s different now,
But do you really believe that lie?