Swingtime is good time...

We hunt, we prevail, we lose over and over again a piece of ourselves, a piece of our life. We seek, we beg, we strive for a place that we call home, only you will never arrive. (A circle never closing, a fulfilling moment, a farewell is all that remains,) now my friend the wheel turns again and we both know there's no ending and no beginning, only repeat. Is it a waste, is it what we are, who are we, who are you? I saw this world united and alone, I saw this world in shards, I saw this world full of roses, I saw this world which broke me, which allowed me to let out my emotions, which I will not grant anyone else, I saw a world that I hate, that I loved and broke me, and now look at me, I am still standing here and you know what, fuck you! You will never break me! I'm long gone and all you try to do is campaign against my purgatory, I am the god you searched, look up, I lived my life fucking dedicated, I have tasted love and death, so what the fuck do you want from me?!