In a circle I walked.
For this circle I prayed.
In a square I arrived -
    And am caught.

For the end of the circle
Would be its beginning.
And the round, colored space
Could be the world we live in.

But the square separates us,
Its edges cut sharp in my flesh
Each time I try to turn
And see where you are,
       And if we collide or crash.

Blindfolded I feel
Each new wall to come,
Each new turn,
In an angle of ninety degree.

So I am fleeing,
Searching you in the square,
And its natural shape
                         Prevents me from -
                                  seeing.