Round and round,
went the memories of pain

As the joy slid off,
in an unending refrain

Round and round,
  the promises spun

And one by one,
  into lies they’ve become

Round and round
  my heart was passed by

Your eyes looking distant,
  mine alone left to cry

Round and round,
  my life came and went

In blind revolution,
—more borrowed than lent

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)