I’m jealous of you
Of your shapes.
Your abrasive edges and abstract lines.
You’re blunt about it.
While I’m stuck with the circles, circles, circles.
I walk this damned middle road.
That I’ve practiced for so long,
I can do it sleeping.
I’m insane, but it’s subtle.
Oh
So
subtle.
I can’t recognize it now.
I can’t see my own circles.
It’s there when I laugh, cry, hate.
I’m stuck in these damn circles, circles, circles.
It makes sense in a freakish way.
I still see the shadows
Even though I’m wrapped in this cloud of circles.
I think too much
But when I stop thinking,
I come back to my rounded friend.
What am I doing?
I don’t know.
I don’t know where I’m going, where I’ve been, where I am
But I’ll always come back,
Because of the circles, circles, circles.
