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.
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