Circular Logic Poem by Brian Hinckley

I travel in circles,
my life forever looping.
What happens to me today,
I am doomed to repeat.

Silver lining exists,
hiding among the dark clouds.
I aim to find it soon,
though fate is a fickle mistress.

Rinse and repeat,
I did it wrong the first time.
Back and forth,
I cant do it wrong again.

Life comes full circle,
though it also loops throughout.
I can only give to the end of my rope,
hanging desperately to the frayed edge.

If I can avoid the pitfalls of the past,
I can break the chains.
If I can not rest so much on the future,
I can enjoy the present.

I will speak to my Muse,
begging her to unbind me.
She will laugh and kiss me,
all the while sending me back to the start.