Testo Cyclical - KINS

Cyclical

I wanted to say, I can make no sense.
I ponder my thoughts back and forth,
I ponder til death do us apart.
Is this all it is, til the end?
Is this all there is to comprehend?
I got what I needed,
I befriended who I need.
Round and round again
relieving none of the faults.
Delve the sensation
before it oozes out mold.