Shackled Freedom

Running with short strides,

The circles filled the air around the space

Following closely keeping with my pace

The circles around me, created through movements

Can I open this closed empty bottle of wine?

I'm not sure I'm strong enough, 

I might make a ridicule, you sure I'll be fine?

The circles around me, created through movements

Introverted words exit rapidly into circles

The very same inherited circles 

The summation and multiplication of errors

And decisions long before our generations

How can I know where I go? 

The circles pull me everwhere I go

Like a puppetmaster pulling the strings,

I want to fly freely with nothing but wings

In the end the struggle is futile,

The circles around you pulling with force that is brutal,

My mother, my father, my grandtather, and grandmother

Generation after generation and still yet another

Do I really have the freedom to choose alike?

or is it the circles that I have to fight?

Can I break free from the pulling and tugging?

This circle is something i'm looking to cutting

All my decisions are made by the circles,

yes the inherited circles that rule our actions

No more, I need to cut one and start a reaction

No more circles around me, created through movements

Author's Note

I believe that we inherit circles or cycles from our parents and grandparents. These cycles can be either positive or negative affecting us in every decision in life, are we truly free? These cycles can be negative or positive, vicious, destructive or constructive.