Circle In a Line
Circle In a Line
There are times when I just sit back and think,
Of a time far behind; the past I see,
Regrets and memories lean precariously,
Circle in a line, sadness on its heels.
The mind buried in the thought of the future,
Myriad cares of the world; the present,
Hope and happiness abound in me,
Circle in a line, thoughts, please.
Cares and worries weigh on my soul,
Where do I go? Where do I hide?
There is no place to find solace,
Circle in a line, I have to lose that pride!
The wondrous touch of friendship,
The luminous anchor of joy and hope,
There is a place for that face grim,
Circle in a line, the time to cope.
The beautiful drops of pearls,
On tendrils, leaves, buds, and flowers,
The beautiful morning, the soft rays of dawn,
Circle in a line, choicest blessing showered.
I wonder if the times I think too much,
Of what will happen; the future may not be kind,
I am sure now that my overthinking mind,
Just wants it to be a Circle in a Line.