Circular

It walks in circles all the time

Different mind

It claws the walls with bound hands

and tries to climb this shell that grew inside

It keeps correcting all its non-existant

flaws while it pretends they're gone

It knows the mind that's keeping track

of all mistakes that ever made its life

Sometimes I can almost reach the sun

Yet, the distance

Is blinding

It walks in circles all the time

Different mind

It keeps repeating all its goals to make

the purpose seem so worthwhile

It inputs air into the lungs just so they

see that it pretends to breathe

It ran the circle one last time

One last time

Abandoned all these faces

living in the dreams

that emptied out its cries

It climbed the wall on broken hands

until the edges pulled apart

Revealing all the same divides

Mind is set on 'loop'