Les Circular Motion Poem by Gio Masserati

Following in the footsteps of those who have gone before me
I am keenly aware of where this road leads
Even as I journey on to nowhere land
Desolate parched dry valleys
Thirsting for life, even weeds do not survive
But are choked out and suffocated
By the monotony of an endless nomadic cycle

Even as I tread, I look back, the onward
Forward in commitment to this season of daily Doom, knowing all the while
That Christmas day is soon upon us
And I will Revel in the joy
Of the Christ child's rebirth

I hold on to these unveiled promises
As the remembrance of gifts that carry
More value than life itself
Riches far beyond in the heavenlies
Beyond Frankincense, Myrrh and Gold
Unearthed in circular motion

Do I seek money? power?
All of this is futile to the wind
The circular line that I am following
Leads to tireless repetition
Over and over again I turn like a windup doll
Knowing each turn is taking me to places
Same places that I've already been
What is money if insanity is the result from Seeking.... futility
In the humblest form I will step away
From the circle before it consumes me
In the fire of it's belly

If life reaches out and embraces me
I will eat of her fruit and erase the years
That have been lost...wandering in oblivion
Until I am taken away to heavenly dimensions