Pondering

It makes no sense, this feeling.
Of melancholy and joy, of tragedy and celebration.
There is this mystical bind,
Which defies all logic.
I wonder why me, why me of all.
Leaves me heading down this spiral path,
Are you at the other end?
Oh how my mind spins round and round,
In this triumphant and yet doomed journey they call life.

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