Coming in a full circle
The end has always been
Where it began
Having been created out of clay
Only to return to clay
Crawled to adulthood
Only to return to that phase.
History has always carried the sign
Hating to admit its truth
Stifled our growth
As it always comes knocking
Yet, in an escapee fashion
Fleeing its presence
Hoping it will fade.
Hard knocking
The truth has always found itself tabled
Confronted by a tale better forgotten
It hammers out our soul
Reality holding vice to our lies
Til! We finally see
And binders are loosened.
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