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.