Loops

In the end we lose it all
That’s what makes it so troubling and yet so valuable
In the end, the temporary slips away as temporary things will do
And my dear, it’s all temporary in an infinite sort of way
In a way that loses itself and finds itself again in the real circle of life
A loop that represents process
In the end all will be memories and even those too will fade
But in the end we will find that there was never a beginning
And there is no end
Only onwards
Only loops
Spiraling into something new
Cycling back into the oddly familiar
Have I been here before?
Is this déjà vu?
Perhaps I’ve always been right here
And everywhere else
Always
Since the beginning
Until the end that doesn’t exist
Perhaps we really are forever