I know how I can face it, but the controversy comes: Will I do it?
I know I will do it, but my conscience knocks: Am I lying?
I assure my honesty, the first dictum of the scout law reminds me so, and still: Why do I bother?
Circles has no end, neither a beginning. I was there, and so I am here, but when and till when I doubt. The presence of being, the knowledge of live, that powerful phrase to say "Life is Good"--where do I draw the line?
I think, if I had a new life altogether: Where would I go?
...And how would I know, what tomorrow brings?
No end, no beginning...
...Only the tale of a new cycle.