Circles

Going round in circles

I spin all the time

Hugging the world

Like it’s all mine

I feel like I’m melting

Strange desires and strangest dreams

Sometimes I’m fading

Sometimes I see

And the mirror breaks

Circles that turn

Flowers that fade away all the time

Violet rose two pounds of rose-apple

For my rhyme

Harmonic mind the things you don’t know

And the moon shine – the circles

I wasn’t sleeping many nights

Wandering in city’s light

For the first time I was down

Still unoccupied

I can feel the present past

Passing by with needles cut

What the hell is in my mind

A blank sheet full of lies

I can’t see through

Circles, that’s right