23 May, 2010

my circle ?

rod mathews

“they”re” circle cycle
“they” can ride it alone
this spiral i am on
is mine
and
i am tired
and weary to the bone
round and round
means you never learn
over and over means fear
but still you burn
foolish is
only led by the best
when smart is lost
do we depend on the rest?

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