Circles

From birth to death
We play the game
Everything inbetween
All the same
Going round in circles
We always are
Stopped from rising
To the stars

Kept in check
We cannot grow
Never allowed
Our ideas to flow
So our fight
An endless circle
In which we try
To break or we hurtle

We hurtle to darkened
Places
There exist circles
That lack graces…

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