A Theft Called Circle

Singularity Epitome of clarity Pitter patter rarely Potter’s dreams can’t scare me Still frame New game You and I are not the same I ebb omen and I flow Roman Never stopped, steamrollin’ The chosen showman Man of the show Light up like somethin you know Attention with proper intention Then disappear with your patterns Trips around Saturn One left and then one right turn But never two lefts Because two lefts makes a theft A theft called circle Conniving like Steve Urkel