Do I choose to have the choice?
Do I put my reflection, at mercy of people I don't know
To discover once the same need in the eyes of another
Will I go round and round again?
Am I in it for the way, with no end to expect?
Or do I take a shield from the circle?
With your gaze, your arm on my shoulder, or your chest against mine,
.. with a promise that you withhold nothing for the next ten minutes?