Its Always The Beginning

In the circle there is no end.
We always just begin, again.
Round and round we all go
whether we are fast or slow.

Doesn't matter the time of day.
Time is relative so its all OK.
It is always the here and now.
I just forgot that some how.

The earth spins and I feel a lull.
I forget about the gravity pull.
The destination here and back
some how got me off the track.

But here I go spinning around.
Its the easiest way I have found.
No matter where I go; I am here.
There isn't really anything to fear.

No matter how many times I arc.
I am here on this little mark.
There isn't any real ending.
Its always the beginning.