The Cycle

The circle starts the same place it ends.
We come to be and end and be.
The understandings rise, end, are risen, then end once more.
Governments rise, fall and then rise in a new form.
Love brins structure, morals and directly after, death (and for the fun of it, life, then death.. and then more death (In the case of Romeo and Juliet)).
Hope brings faith, disappointment, and disassociation twisted with a taste of poisoned redemption.
Children bring happiness, liveliness and remembrance.
Mirrors bring children.
Religion brings smokes, mirrors and a hard case of denial.
Truthfullness makes a place for us all to wish we belonged.
Desire is something we mimic through obedient expectancies (damn... I hope that's a word).
Want is just tricky (mostly because it can shift ever so quickly from one target to another in a blink of an eye).
Wishing is a fool's game.
A fool's game leads one to a "wishing well".
Writing leads to labels.
Letters find the word makers.
Poems find the kind of heart.
Stories will be what they want, regardless of the creator.
The Creator will never be nothing more than his/her own stories.
Life is from beginning to end.
Fighters hate that last line.
What happens with waste makes only what the wasters wished to have in their lives.
Myspace was created by Tom.
Reading makes some happy.
Happiness can do a lot of things; particularly make madness (unhappy and happy-wise).
Answers are just answers.
And 'just' limits what anything can be.
Gloating, sadly, leaves a trail that many travel.
The Bible will always rely on man's existence.
Tripping will leave a scar on your cane.
Your cane tends to come from tripping.
Facades were made to eventually be broke.
Rules were made to be revised (whether it be for good or bad).
Bad is only memories storied in your limbic.
Good is... well, disappointingly harder to remember than bad.
An ending is always dissapointing.
That's why -