After a lifetime spent
Bent
On rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought
Me... Full circle
So many times
I'm beginning to see winning as an abstract
A pathogen
Getting stronger
As if the the efforts I produce
The patient's I'm rewarded with
As I have achieved success
Like penicillin
Only has a limited lifespan
And an exponential inconsequential Failure rate
That soon begins to insulate
As the mutated corners
Become mutant appendages
As  they grow back
Not abstract
Simply as a fact
There just seems to me
That too many people
Just want to be dragged along
Creating heat sparks and friction
Like an addiction
Instead of letting it all roll
And it's taking a toll
On the faith
In my soul
Knowing that a lifetime
Bent on rounding off the corners
Of any square thought
Has brought me.. .
.... full circle