I walk around
No clue where I am going in the shape of a circle
Lost and dizzy
To think clearly is a hassle, for my mind is confused
Short of breath
Weary and depressed
Forever in circles is a tiring burden
A moment’s rest
I see something
A road
I think it is a road
Footsteps
Another being
She looks happy
Jubilant and joyful
On a road
Could I be so daring as to walk on a road?
And go somewhere
Instead of meaningless circles
Meaningless, unending circles
A moment’s thought
Sensible and practical
A deep breath
And down the road I tread
