This circle's not mine, no not mine.
Some things have changed and now don't align.
The emptiness of this confusion inside
leaves me longing for it to all subside.
The unknown sayings, the unheard phrase
I'm frequently yearning for 'the good old day's'.
I was to me, you were to you
and the only worry then was how to get through.
The boundaries of this circle regain
but this time the world's too much to contain.
The boxes and crates, bottles and containers
are all but continuous entertainers.