There is always something better
but never quite anything perfect
There is always more to do
but never enough time or the right path to reach the end
There was no beginning
and there shall be no ultimate conclusion
There will come a fire
with unquenchable flames
that no flood, no miracle, no public service department
will be able to extinguish
There is always a yawning grave
waiting with stoic patience for its body
There will always be existential questions
but never will there come an answer
There will always be hope
but so seldom does there arrive a reward
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