A Haunt of Circles

It is when I search, That I find. And when I find, That I realize how truly lost I am. It is when I listen, That I understand, And when I understand, That my own thoughts begin to confuse me. It is when I look back from where I came, That I remember, And when I remember, That I start looking forward again. And, It is when I question The linearity of life, That these Circles haunt me. They haunt me Again and again, and again. Now I pause, and pray That you do too. And I ponder awhile, For seconds - just a few. But it is moments like these In which my choices I bewail. For it is moments like these In which start becomes end. And ends? Starts, without fail.