Circles and circles I go around;
I feel the weight of the sky falling down,

Circles and circles I go around;
I can't stop going around, and round.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel my life going into the ground.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I'm repeating myself, and I can't stop.

Circles and circles, I go around;
When I sometimes gain control of my world,
I only can hold on to it for so, so long;

Circles and circles, I go around;
I can't stop the feeling this merry-go-round,
Circles and circles, I go around.
Why can't I stop the  merry-go-round;


Circles and circles, I go around;
Sometimes I feel like giving up,

Circles and circles, I go around;
I need to fight for my own, own self,

Circles and circles, I go around;
No matter the price, I will stop.

Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel a hound is tracing me around,
Circles and circles, I go around;
I am trying to stop this hound,

Circles and circles, I go around.
I can't stop going around, and round.
Circles and circles, I go around;
I feel the weight of the sky going down.

Round about she goes
spinning circles, oblongs, ovals, and eggs.
Sure as the bite the cold wind blows
The circles must be spun

Lying in bed
a picture of dreamy isolation and tranquility
but without a doubt within her head
the circles must be spun

Her breath is steady
But her mind racing with today, tomorrow, occasionally yesterday
Why can’t I just sleep already!
The circles must be spun

Her patience runs thin
An awakened mind does little for a slowed body
Nails digging into skin
The circles must be spun

Red lines focus the mind
Pulling it away from the insistent circles
But short lived is relief of this kind
The circles must be spun

Other remedies have their ways
Turning the circles into two points connected
But tonight there shall be no such daze
The circles must be spun

So round about she must turn
Allowing the circles to turn, grow, and consume
Slowly they become cause for concern
The circles must be spun

To her never ending surprise
the spinning has slowed and the world blurred
The faithless sun begins to rise
The circles have be spun

Circles of Peace,of careless abandon.
Circles of love,unadulterated agape.
Circles of sweet dreams and great intention.



Circles of brotherhood and kindred spirit
Circles of umbilical trust and faithful souls,
Circles of impactful influence
Circles,oh circles of camaraderie


Circles of joy,of gospel that gladdens,
Circles of brimful  moments,
Circles of memorable times,
Concentric Circles of fulfillment,

In the middle thereof have I pitched my tent !

© Adeoye Favour I.
@Favwrites
@Favcreatives

Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles

Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles

When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles

Circles
Circles
Circles
Circles never ceasing
Walking
Running
Sitting
Standing
Circles are all I'm seeing
Over thinking
Understating
Sarcasm
Stupidity
Circles
Words unsaid
Thoughts unspoken
Laying
Rolling
Driving
Stopping

Circles

The walls here are white.
White?
Quite.
The walls here are quite white.
And so soft, inviting --
little whispers
laughing -- ha ha --
could I but once
see them and not desire to
      fly through them --
  ha -- but my hands --
bound to these hips --
a waist.
Waste.
Mine?
     Do let's try to be careful.
Careful,
   careful.
Circles --
  aah -- circles.
White?
Quite.
  Nice clean labcoats --
let's try another example --
  Maybe this time we can --
Quite?
-- understand.
The walls
           white
    are here
Quite
      to understand...
-- Ha ha ha --
Circles.
    If you are not
already,
       I am quite --
Quite --
          white --
     sure --
                I can bring you
D
  O
    W
       N
    and you can run
  circles
Drown
          ha ha ha
     around this
                  quite
                          white
    ­       table --
                    bed --
go insane.
      Do let's try to be careful
                              with this one.
And see?
          Yo soy
                     feliz
        estoy muy contenta
                        aquí.
       No quiero estar --
                  estar --
           ser en cualquier
                             otro lugar.
              ¿Miras?
                      ¿Sí?
         ­   Ay, circles, circles,
                y el oscuridad --
                         closes in
                 around
                                   me
                                me
¿Blanca?
         Quite.
Estoy aquí
                        with you.
                                Los ojos --
                           sí, y el alma --
                       ay --
                                 me duele.
Señor -- good, good sir --
         put me down --
                  ayúdame a dormir
        porque these circles --
White?
                    Quite.
              -- so tiresome.
     walls surround
              me?
                      me?
      What could you want
                              with me?
                           Me?
               Escaping --
      turmoil.
                  You must leave --
          this chair --
                     mine.
               Not thine own.
       This booke is mine to
                               be writ.
                Ha ha --
                    ha--
         This mind travles
                   c    i    r    c    l    e    s
As if I were ever so good
                              a writer --
                    speaker --
           repeat me
                      repeat me
                               repítame
                          Me me me
                                      duele.
Ay, señor --
             mátame,
                    por favor.
       Yo no quiero vivir en este lugar.
                                Quiero --

                             dormir.

                  Forevermore.

White?
Quite.