Period

Thousand circles

round, and round, and round

I go.

Every single time

vowing not to come back.

Thousand circles

round, and round, and round

I try

Every single time

Not to break my back.

But it catches me

when I hesitate to run

thousand circles

Nor torture, nor fun.

Constant battle

Some mystic lesson to learn

I feel misspoken,

Helpless

No place to turn.

Thousand circles

So many advices

an empty air.

Thousand circles

What is there to share?

Breaking this pattern

is more than I can bear.

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