Mastered the Peace

Casting the net across with a line,
using the tool with its intended design,
rolling the wheels along the path,
eventually ending in a soothing bath,
Crafting the measures of pleasing sight,
and leading towards what is always right,
nothing is given unless it never gains,
circles of spirals starting the pains,
ending the future of those with a past,
ruining all plans until the breath of last.