Circles Poem by Zachary Gerbils
Circles
Going around in circles is our
Way and not our choice
The day to day, our life, our jobs
Does one watch or make more noise
Some circling is furious, though the
start point remains the same
With your speed and effort wasted
As you pass the start point once again
Traveling around in circles
Simultaneously is our way
Acting silently as a part of many
So do others affect our day
Hence the volume simply uncontrolled
We can but control the size and journey
Embracing each trip going round and round
As we spiral to eternity
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4/26/2024 11:22:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I feel like i understand that poem, like I am totally with you. I really like how you put a lot of feeling in that, a lot of truth and i can tell that there's more to this poem than you've let on. Love it, love it, love it!