Circles

in The Ink Well5 years ago (edited)

We span in circles
Each time earth span
Always ending up
Where we first began
Just dawn birds flying
In the city's darkness like a fan
Spinning around.

We write no letters,
We don't wait for a response.
No one ever hears a word from us
Nor do we hear anyone's
Just life time of bullets
On light triggered Russian roulette guns
Spinning around.

Living in a world that adores jeopardy
Where birds escape from their tree
Where planets leave the solar breaking free
And where pictures on walls hang facelessly

We spin in circles for years
Looking to be saved
But always end up here
Where we were first placed
Spinning around, just spinning around

We dream and dream of a happy life
Then find our dreams have no wings to fly

We spin, and we spin, and we spin
With a broken and saddened wing
Sometimes we see through the darkness
Sometimes in the light we can't see a thing
Sometimes we cry in our happiest hours
And in our darkest hours we laughably sing

No present, no past
Just useless wheels spinning fast
Young people never feel happy
Nor do they feel sad or aghast

Nothing at all
Just us, spinning around

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That is life entirely, at times you wishes to have a bright future but is hard for your wishes to come through, if you don't have helping hands to support you, is hard to live in this worls