The Circle of Life
Outside the circle of life I sit,
not knowing exactly where in it I fit...
I watch the circle go round and round,
not missing a beat sound for sound...
I watch it's flow and it's vibe,
it's humpping and bumpping it's so alive...
I wish I weren't afraid to go inside,
to brave the world and take that ride...
but since I am I'll just take my stand
right over here in passer-by land...
Copyright © Lashawn White | Year Posted 2005
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