moving in circles
the ones that encapsulate
feathers that breed
i'm tired of the themes
in this life
can't figure out ways to make it better
i circulate within
ideas only in my mind
change the outer feel
to help the inner
being
but the inner wants out
when it knows i won't leave
or perhaps i will move
i had it for a day
perhaps even a week
and before that a few
and now it seems gone
lost
sold its soul to an abyss
i create these circles
inside
with an iron fist
that i can't even create
no force
i know i will stay to finish
what's started
but what is not even there
doesn't even have a chance
to exist
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