Do you recall those long nights,
Driving home in the car,
Seeing circley lights?
And once you got up close you’d see,
They’re just streetlamps guiding your way.
Well life looks just like that to me.
Circley colors brown and green,
And sky and mountain far away.
But when I get up close I find the world is not made of circles,
Just straight lines and harsh edges.
Yet in the distance I can see,
Circley colors calling me.
They beckon and I long to run,
Towards my blurry haven,
Globes and spheres, fuzzy and welcoming,
I leave the stark corners of black and grey,
For the flighty circles in my life.
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