In Circles I Speak

In Circles I Speak

Finally they hit it,
Upon it my eyes stick,
No means to celebrate,
Cycles I’ll culminate,
And again I’ll spurn;

Waiting to be taken,
To the point of my birth,
As to find for on what
My life I would not stake,
Bets still to break;

Breathing through both my eyes,
That sky them taking in,
All stained in dappled dyes,
Inhaling far more than
They can e’er take;

Words I haven’t written,
A song I haven’t sung,
Did you see me sitting?
Yes, scrawling from my pen,
Eyes upon it again;

And as a page I am,
As a fuse, stories spark,
Building a narrative,
Until I may be read
So I may live;

A page I am, silent,
Til eyes glance my way,
All round me pages flick,
Bound ever to grow thick,
Each passing day;

Words will be written,
How the song shall be sung!
And, yes I should be glad
For what should, now be done
And shall transcend;

And on a world above,
A world below I saw,
What little there e’er was,
Naught to see and to have,
Still to be had;

Yet only ever have
I seen through others eyes,
And all the words I spoke
Were the words of others,
Each familiar;

Just as scribbles sent forth,
In circles I shall speak,
Yet, the words shall never
Live ‘til they have been read,
All exposed;

Thus a reality,
I’m to hallucinate,
To dream amazing things
Only to realise,
Life was my dream.

Peace. :bow: