Now that you’ve come full circle
You have forgotten the path.
Are you still counting
How many streetlights
You pass?  The point you
Were originally trying to make
When you rattled the window and
You yelled my name is moot.
Were you satisfied? Did you feel
Real? And how about
Now? Has it resonated within
You yet that where you
Are on the circle is no longer
How you’d like your life to be?
You showered the grass where you
Were standing with tears.
When you finally awoke
You had gold where your hands
Were when you collapsed, like a
Real live movie actress.