In a Circle

I sat in my car
Not wanting leave
Or to stay
Broken in spirit 
Just waiting for a minute

Why was I feeling so lonely 
Righteous and holy
Sitting in my car
I know the place
‘Cause I’ve been there before

What do you say
Just ‘round in a circle
At the start and the finish 
How do you know where you are
Just in a circle all the time.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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