Circular Existence

The images get formed
When the waves strike my mind,
Is it an illusion,
I can't seem to get out of this bind,

But whether its fantasy or not,
it soothes my soul to core,
The mind dances at such times,
To the music that's divine.

I can rest in peace now,
leave all the noise behind,
Continue my struggles,
To win one heart at the time,

Expecting nothing but to live,
Experience the voyage,
Living in the moment,
Ready to die the next instant,
And complete another round of my circular existence.