This poem is about going around in circles through life until becomnig free.

Three steps forward
four steps back
even without a path
there is no lack

We go around in circles
meeting no demands
to guilty’s torments
and their reprimands

Transmigration, it sweeps
but was it enough
in the paste tense, it speaks
for us, it was rough

Would it be any better
to drop the pretence
downwards fetter
no sorrow since

Not a grain of sand left
as I watched this world pass
to the free people, bereft
thinking, it is too rash

Freedom is but a hollow whisper
yet it stands apart even without its listener
look within, and just be
if you do, you’ll at least have a chance

You will be free.