Circles & Squares

Around and around we go, 

Where we stop, none shall know,

Dogs bark too loud, 

Leave my face in this crowd,

What's the purpose of small moon light, 

Desiring is suffering while flying a kite,

I cried for Penelope, she broke the vase, 

It didn't match her standards and tarnished her gaze,

Round to square and back again, 

The spheres are calling for you my friend.