And I am afraid of circles

Afraid of being drawn round and round
Legs so worn and weary, but my feet are forward bound
And I am afraid of circles
On the way must have lost my mindBut when did it unravel? When did it unwind?
And I am afraid of circles The past always travels backTo rest is to be stagnant, can’t afford to unpack
And I am afraid of circles Who expected forever to be as long?I crave new direction, new stories, new words, new song
And I am And I am afraid of circles



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