Circles -

May we boil away

Elderly find a way

Precipitate from the clouds

Land on newer grounds

In matching drops of fate

Nothing is the same anymore

I wish it was like before

But no will or fantasy

Will change our way to be

May we be one again

Detach from the stain

The bleak of the autumn is near

Leave it all behind

We’ll be back another day

In circles we play

In trust we’ll keep

In hope we disappear

Confound all our days

But I will never let you down

We remain the same