Round and round the circle I tread,
Thoughts in my mind, like whispers, they spread.
Each action I take, trapped in this flow,
No exit in sight, just the same ebb and glow.
Endless the journey, a dance with no end,
A spiral of feelings, around I descend.
Lost in the rhythm, where time has no claim,
Round and round I wander, forever the same.
M.A.D. Works 