Circles

19th April, '09

My mind is moving in circles,
circles of thought, circles of din,
circles definitely closing me in.

Safety and comfort, words of the world,
round and round in circles I am whirled.

Practical is good, practical is real,
practical is all you should feel.
Well, I don't want practical anymore,
I just want my wings, unfurled.

I prefer semi-(circle)s, with open doors,
circles that are not, circles any more,
I prefer a life that which is me,
to a life that is dripping with ease.

I threw all the circles,
into the wind,
They turned into balloons,
and I grinned.