Round and Round

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A doleful song, concerning the seeming futility of our short lives:

With the beauty of youth, high hopes, and a certain expectation of achievement and entitlement, we ride out of the castle gates, as if 'a valiant knight in burnished armor, lance in hand, the oriflamme of future great deeds raised on high. But, no sooner do we enter the field of tourney, than our armor tarnishes, our faithful charger begins to slow and stumble, and the crimson banner atop our dipping lance fades into a dull travesty of it's original majestic hues.

And, soon enough, the faltering tale is told, having been...

"full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
- Shakespeare's "Macbeth", upon the death of his wife.