As I gaze upon the infinity symbol,
I see a never-ending loop,
A representation of forever,
A continuous, unbroken group.
But as I turn and shift my gaze,
The symbol changes form in sight,
No longer just a simple loop,
But a figure eight, a twist of light.
From every angle, every view,
The symbol holds a different meaning,
An endless cycle, a boundless source,
A symbol of the world's unceasing.
