We draw circles in our souls
Sometimes big ones, sometimes small
As our minds tell us to to stop it
Papers crumble, pencils fall
We keep running, we keep turning
We stop drawing we stop time
We are blinded by our egos
And we’re scared we can’t escape
From the prison made of circles
We are weakened by the wait
Our only chance to break out
Is to face each other’s pain
When you’re ready break the circle
I’ll stop hiding, no more riddles
No more running no more reasons
I shall meet you in the middle.
