655.

The days lined up in
waiting. If only the clocks
would break and time freed.

654.

Until one day we
finally solve the puzzle
and stop repeating.

653.

Of course, this is true
of life's vicious cycles too.
Endless and confused.

652.

But left to always
forget that reflection plays
a game, opposites.

651.

So mood-swings ensue.
One brain and heart trying to
solve mirror's riddle.

650.

A play of extremes
with just one role, never
to get a reprieve.

649.

Trapped in an endless
cycle of dichotomy
painted in heartbeats.