Over and Over

Over and over the wheel of change rolls. Leaving one sober, once it takes it tolls. Over and over my stride is run down. My stability a commodity or a mere gown. Over and over I hear "no nevermore". Still I'm found here once more. Over and over my tired is worn. Each cycle leaving me full of scorn. And as the circle of life has taken its course. What once was good has been soured for the worse.