Life is not a cycle.It is a web.
Not one beginning or end.Not one way to live but plenty.Not one choice to make but many.
It is a snare.It is a game.We got to adapt and change.Ourselves and our ways.
We create the web.We shape it.We destroy it.We end it.
We make what we make of it.We live and think in what feels good.
We live life because it is a rarity,but now it is a part of me.And I shall make the best of it.
With so many ways to live,I might falter to do the best,to be the best.But whatever I shall do,I shall do to the best of my wit’s end.
Now and always.