Circles Poem by Kiara Kiara

The patterns
dot to dot, destination to destination
but to what destination?
the positivity in our simple minds is a demon itself
seeing what isn't there, hoping for something as unlikely as a won lottery

What exactly is the point?
exactly, there is none
life runs in circles; starts where it ends and ends where it starts

You wake up and at the end of the day you go to bed
a circle can't turn into a line when routine is set in re-lapse