Escaping the Circle

Splendor in spin cycle... No one escapes the circle; For an odd man out... Rarely finds a way back in; Life seems as though a blur, When the circle’s in spin... Render to the line... That few have crossed; A step ahead, Leaves you left behind; For we are all free here, Found in what we find. Sender with no return: I sit abandoned; The circle moves on... As we lose touch... Its lines have faded, And with them our crutch. Surrender to solitude, There’s no turning back... For we’ve found ourselves here, In the front from behind. There’s freedom in the rearview... And thus an open mind. For you see abandoned is found; Where the circle is formed... A world of one, Taking until it drapes; Soon a victim to your own borders... Caught up in a circle, which no one escapes.