A Wheel in a Will

High school life's monotonous, eh?
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In life there is a will,
day in and day out, recovery from injury,
Same of every now and then's motif.
When shall we meet the end,
though in cloud, light or of blight,
do shower this will, in review from rest,
it does not change.

Does this err you, in the most common sense?
It is not strange, that in your routine,
you do not notice its monotony, melancholy?
Do you not walk another path,
meet another world,
or be others' oddities
to circumvent your own will?
Do you not will?
....

Let this will be not only a will,
but a wheel that which moves
and travels to places anew and renewed.
Let your sight be upon the twilight birth
in your February afternoons
Because if you stay in a will, you will leave the wheel,
and not see places renewed and anew.