Circles around circles

We never seem to touch in the right place
Where we'd meet at an intersection;
where thoughts can over lap and ideas spring to life!

And yet a life is what we've built

Circling like hawks picking eachothers bones
And anything else of use to feather our nest

Everything inevitably falls apart
Crashing down all around us

Except us

and we don't have much in common
Except our calamaties
And our never ending eddies

I guess we've managed to come full circle
More than few times
Dizzy as a spun dime

and yet here we are
at our throats as much as in our hearts
We seem to always over come

can't stay, can't go
say yes , say no
No doubt
I don't know

You figure it out.