Another Circular Revolution

He sits in the corner, his eyes glazed over

The dawn is upon us all

Another rotation into our lives

We have forgotten who we are. 

We wake up, we go about our days

The dream of the future (or it's whip) 

attacks us. 

He is alone. 

Tell me (you who know so much

and so little)

Will you help him?

Or will you simply

watch?