#13 Circle

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eating, sleeping, learning
day after day repeating
following the endless circle
seeming immortal

no beginning
there's no ending
just a strict line
followed by

a ticking clock
there's no time
just hurry up
have to fly

to reach the goal
to hit the ball
to find the key
to catch the bee

no time to see
the beautyful sea
passed the scene
no chance to clean

the white board fades
and leaves some black spots
in your body, your mind, your heart
like split glass

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