Circles

Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch it spin. Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time I cast in stones to make the waves begin. Thoughts weaving through the universe, I always wonder which is worse - to understand or think you do when blind? It seems to me the polls are in with ignorance a lock to win because it is the default every time. So I keep contemplating things, and what all this someday will bring when really all the circles make it clear. In the grand scheme it’s just a blip, too small to even notice it, but from our view it’s everything, I fear.