Red Circle

Why doesn't God just draw big circles everywhere

So I can walk down the streets and see circles everywhere

My reality was drawn differently than others

It's obvious

Why doesn't he show me the circles in my head?

The explosive never-ending cycle of my brain 

Like a whirlwind

Like an electrical engine

What about the lost opportunities falling from the sky like rain

How about the pain coming in different shapes

But mostly in circles

This is why I get nauseous

The circles of the air particules makes it all so dangerous

But it's obvious 

It's not the same

Why don't you show me the blueprint

Be honest with me 

Tell me you got no plans for me and it's all a masquerade

What else am I supposed to understand?

That there's a big plan?

Oh please;

 Nothing but monotony

Living in the land of the fake and the phonies

You drew a red circle on me

And asked "so what am I gonna do with this?"

You forgot about it

Forgot to write a blueprint

Maybe there's no room for a project big enough