Unchanging

Empty... as an opened can
Devoid of substance,
Lacking of meaning,
Confused on the
Existence of being...

Unchanging, unchanging,
As the perpetual circle

Blindly wandering off
Tirelessly unceasing
As though a step back
Could be the end of living

Unchanging, unchanging,
As the perpetual circle

Ashamed of pride,
Proud of shame,
A response unheard
At the call of his name

Unchanging, unchanging,
As the perpetual circle

Why is this, this?
Why is this truth, true?
Why could it not be a lie
That was told until it grew?

Unchanging, unchanging,
As the perpetual circle...