Round In Circles

O' how I often wonder where these shoes will carry me

Could be just round in circles

But, this I'll wait to see.

Do you ever feel as if the ground you tread

You've walked before?

Then, hurriedly you try to leave it

But its appearance is ever more.

Is what we live a circle

Or could our way be on a different path?

Could we zig zag through time

To make it hard for our so called end with death?

- Blanche McLanahan