Circles Flowing

Circles flowing around the bend

No beginning and no end

Circles being what they must

Chase themselves then turn to dust

I don’t know where I am

As I stop to look around

Should I celebrate being lost

Or cry out to be found

I used to walk the long straight road

Feeling certain of what I’d find

Now there’s no road.  I am the road

All paths created in my mind

Being neither lost nor found

Just being... takes care of it all

Don’t know what I’m looking for

Just floating, waiting for the fall

Without the fall there is no rising

Never a chance to try again

Following worn out roadmaps

Take me where I’ve always been

So I’ll just keep on floating

Inside out and upside down

Drifting with life’s circle

Just flowing round and round

Circles flowing around the bend

No beginning and no end

Circles being what they must

Chase themselves then turn to dust