Ouroboros

Can there be a house without a home?

Can there be a king without a throne?

Can there be a priest without a faith?

Can there be a ghost without a wraith?

Can there be a hero, without a quest?

Unsatisfied, yet true they stay.

Unwilling heads yet turn away.

Life without an end in sight.

A candle, burning without a light.

Seldom does such a thing end.

Like a friendship, with naught a friend.

Cyclical, as nature tends to be.

Ouroboros.