The Cycle ...

He fears for his soul should he contradict himself
All his life he's been taught to be sure of himself
For isn't a man measured by the strength of his word?
If he longs to be free, will his name be remembered?

The chains of committment are wearing him down
The weight of obligation keeps him bound to the ground
In the air there awaits another avian in flight
With new found wings, she flies rings in plain sight

All the while he looks up, he smiles at that form
A new promise, a new hope in the eye of his storm
And it crushes his heart to think of a promise once made
In the heat of a passion, in the illusion of bed

So he vows that this time things will be different
And he fights hard against the restraints of his prison
Till he finally breaks free and together they soar
In search of new horizons and bright glistening shores

Eventually they land and take stock of each other
New committments are made, obligations considered
A fresh alliance is forged, like steel bright and blue
And just like an old friend, the cycle starts all anew

Gerard Singh