The Circle of Time
And here I am, looking for a way back in, surprised again to see the line is truly a circle. Round and round I go, where it stops, well, I know I could never hold onto the back end of that illusion. Dawn bursts upon eyes wide shut and the light bursts in wavy distraction until once again I remember. And that's all I need. To remember the glory that snakes through the corridors of my soul's tributaries,
clanging for a breath of fresh air before I forget how to breathe. It's not as difficult when the simple sneaks through, reminding me once again of all I forgot to let go of as the circle of time rewinds for the next go round.