I go around in circles
And walk a trail already made
From days before, from months and years
Of games already played.

Time wanders by and pauses
To see my strange parade,
And wonders at the point and sense
Of my cyclical crusade.

I wonder, too, what wisdom
Has led me back around;
If one more go, if one more try
Will show me different ground.

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