Circles

As my pen drys out i draw circles again
stormin in my head what to jolt down with this pen
everything has been done over and over anew
how to make myself behold pristine
how to start a new trend
what do i crave to push exterior
theres so much lingering inside
but it all seems concealed
stays out of reach in the endorse of my mind
but all becomes evident when the ink is all dry
i strive to take everything in with my own eyes
eternally switching my left and my right
smelling
feeling
becoming the walls or the pictures
analyzing things in their eyes
to take in my situations froms anothers impression
from one who cant do anything to relive
just sit there and watch as one suffers
not being able to give their brilliant advice
to let a friend gradualy slip out of their life
surley their things are coming to a halt
why cant they see this
or do they like to pretend
that its not really happening
that its all make belive
or they contemplate
they'll wake up from some dream
you too wish it wasnt real
but you know better
plus you can feel
that this time it is genuine
but how do you tell them
what words do you use
to make it look like no big deal
so once again
i find myself drawing circles
stormin in my head what to jolt down with this pen...

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