The Circle
Sitting in this little shoebox
I call home
Feeling my way through
This life
And some
I'll understand
And some
I won't.
Doing what I can
And then I
Don't.
Staring at my problems
In dismay.
Selling short the future
Not today.
Staring over is not
For the same thing
Over and 'round
And 'round
Again.
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