Life's Circle

by Jacob Brett - Taurus

Every night I sit and dream.
Wondering what life is suppose to mean.
Sitting and looking for a way out.
A never ending circle is my lifes route.
My life is planned, my directions as followed.
Forwards and backwards is all I'm allowed.
A circle is perfect, so I am told.
No edges or endings, to unfold.
So I keep walking around and around.
Not knowing which directions is down.
Is my life planned or do I have control.
On this never ending cricle, that I must follow.

Birth sign: Taurus
Date created: 2001-03-28 19:11:52
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:54
Poem ID: 61354

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