Last Thoughts

Indeed my hands are tied in the semblance of a ring and then what once I thought I knew now I only think Around again, perfect circle the words to which we speak make manic paths around the 'round 'til then and only think The eyes don't lie but, some are blind to what they want to see So, see the mirror, reflected tears that fall, but not too deep So walk away, to then come back only the stranger of you lost in thought I can only think of what I once knew