There are many paths to a single destination,
This is accepted, that is not,
It's been thought of before,
Perhaps this is a loop and not a path?
The very act of self realisation.
Who is to say, hasn't this already been fought?
That one is with everything, yet all means nothing.
In circles we go, in patterns we are found.
This is accepted, that is not,
It's been thought of before,
Perhaps this is a loop and not a path?
The very act of self realisation.
Who is to say, hasn't this already been fought?
That one is with everything, yet all means nothing.
In circles we go, in patterns we are found.
