Painting A Circle

I don't understand anything at all.

I stood on mountains now I feel so small.

You touched me but I can't feel.

I see you there but you're not real.

I don't want you but I want you.

I don't need you but I need you.

Here I am solving a puzzle.

Here you are caught in the middle.

Here we are painting a circle.

It's not a game, no easy thing at all.

It's something big but still quite small.

It's very simple but not at all.

It's not for anyone to figure out.

A slow song starts to fill the air

but we know not what it’s about

I don't want you but I want you.

I don't need you but I need you.

Here I am solving a puzzle.

Here you are caught in the middle.

Here we are painting a circle.

I don't want you but I want you.

I don't need you but I need you.

Here I am solving a puzzle.

Here you are caught in the middle.

Here we are painting a circle.

Go from here but hold my hand.

It’s not for me to understand.

Here we are trapped in a riddle.

Here we live painting a circle.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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