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I don’t like circles because they never ever end
Everyone is lonely even if they have a friend.
I like the dark but I really hate the rain
You can get addicted to a certain kind of pain.
Stars in her eyes, dirt on her face
She doesn’t know the reason why life has to be a race.
Doodles on paper, doodles on signs
And never ever thinking inside of the lines.
Staring through a window, looking out or looking in?
Mice running in circles, round and round again.
This poem might make sense to you, or it might be strange.
My mind is always scattered, but some things never change.
Sirens sing their melody, tell me what you hear
A place without sadness, a place without fear.
Roses, once white, are now colored red
All flowers eventually will wind up dead.
Colorful hands will make colorful words
Assimilating hands will make songs like birds.
I didn’t always want to just stay asleep
But what if Azrael doesn’t come when I leap?
I’m sorry for talking in roundabout ways
No one really understands me these days.
Even if my erratic thoughts never do align,
Somewhere heaven does exist, someday we’ll be fine.