The cycle of day and night, the changing of seasons,
seems to be turn-based.

Reasoning and debate,
haggling over a price,
the arena, the workplace,
are turn-based too.
Stepping into an elevator, crossing the street,
I too have my own turn.

No one,
sings without pause.
And so,
all the sudden
beginnings, endings,
and the long perseverance,
are breakthroughs of limits,
and so they catch the eye.