Three steps forward, and two steps back, is progress.
But when I set out, to escape the claws in my gut,
I was expecting to lose the longing,
Or gain contentment.

Void is void, and chaos too,
But harmony can be stagnation.
Death, is life inverted, and
The end can spark beginning.

Where I expected emptiness,
I found more than I have known.
Where I expected darkness,
I learnt of colour without light.

Turning, twisting, cycling thrice,
Digging inwards to find the way out.
Contentment in unfulfillment,
Led to joy beyond ambition.

Reality turned, and ate itself,
the threshold lost distinction.
You can bargain all you like with the man at the door,
But when it's time it's time.

A free cookie to anyone who can tell me what they think this means