Surrendering.
Ever bending.
I find myself always turning to you.
Away from what matters.
Through my unseeing eyes, I make my own truth.
My words seethe lie, and still I cry wolf.
Back and forth.
Through the shadows, through the sunlight.
Up and down.
Ever turning, 'round and 'round.
This circle is perfect.
The way you wanted it.
The spiral runs through effortlessly.
The path is there, and still I am lost.
I'm feeling blindly.
Surrendering.
