Circles and circles I go around;
I feel the weight of the sky falling down,

Circles and circles I go around;
I can't stop going around, and round.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel my life going into the ground.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I'm repeating myself, and I can't stop.

Circles and circles, I go around;
When I sometimes gain control of my world,
I only can hold on to it for so, so long;

Circles and circles, I go around;
I can't stop the feeling this merry-go-round,
Circles and circles, I go around.
Why can't I stop the  merry-go-round;


Circles and circles, I go around;
Sometimes I feel like giving up,

Circles and circles, I go around;
I need to fight for my own, own self,

Circles and circles, I go around;
No matter the price, I will stop.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel a hound is tracing me around,
Circles and circles, I go around;
I am trying to stop this hound,

Circles and circles, I go around.
I can't stop going around, and round.
Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel the weight of the sky going down.

"The worst battle is between what you know, and what you feel"

I'm stuck in a whirlpool;
A tightening gyre,
The more I struggle,
The deeper I go;
Until there's no gyre left,
Just a Me-sized hole.
Spinning forever, and evermore,
Stuck.

I walk through the trees.
The sun shines before us now,
Like a golden cloak.

I used to think that you can fly through the sky;
In your little minds,
But now I know it is real.

My heart aches;
And my soul blemished,
I see the pounding in my mind.

My body weakened;
And my guard down,
I let the darkness fill my eyes.

My eyes blank;
And my mouth brittle,
I taste death passing by.

My feet lift from the ground;
With my heart beating,
I smell the smell of being forgotten.

My consciousness lost;
And my hand by my side,
I feel myself falling into oblivion.

My senses astray;
And my figure forgotten,
I hear the silence of the void.

One Day, I flew a Kite. The sun was shining bright.
Then I heard the sea on the wind,
And smelled the places I had been.
My ship had sunk many years ago,
But my life had never ceased to groan.
When despair had gripped me heart and soul, I found myself again in control.
For the tide is a thing that comes, and it goes.