cycling curses

once i thought it would be a great symbol,
good one to keep and have with wherever you would be.
no matter how simple, or how elegant it would be.
to wear it would mean a life, an overwhelming joy.
but then not all are blessed with that life nor joy.
a redundant fluctuation of what has been started,
a ghost in life that fills me curses and damnation.
and snaps me again and again, and again.


 "ring"