I still don't know what it's all about:
Each morning and this... every day.
Alike enchanted goes this circle around,
Where we are doomed eternally to stay.

The path is troubled. No sign to follow.
No manual to get it somehow through.
And echo sounds in the heartech hollow
No strength to stand firm and to endure.

Nevertheless, we're all attemt to climb
The highest peak, what's hidden in reverse.
The very pain's convinsing you're still alive!
...Alive in agony that's about to get worse.

This spinning world is only place to stay,
The place to be, the very holy ground.
There is no way for all of us to escape
This eternal chamber, created so profound.

2025.10.04.