Circles in my Mind

---Apologies for the awful non-rhyme in the second stanza. However, I don't apologise for the grotesque limerick at the end, which is intended to be ironic---

I want to break out of this cycle and into the circle,
Out of this spin and into the ring,
Out of the storm and into the sun.
Do all the things that I've never yet done.

There must be an end to this life that I'm living.
Such life: all is taking and nothing is giving.
The way thing's are's not how I want to be living.
Every day my life's just begun.

There's somewhere I must reach, some point I must get to
But I don't know how and don't know if I want to
I cannot decide - and I've tried suicide-
perhaps I'm just really not meant to.