Round and round it goes, where we end up nobody knows
Life feels like a circle. Round and round it goes. Sometimes the circle is broken. The circle can be faded, old, worn out. It can be dark and hard and solid.
There’s off centre too.
There are off centre thoughts too.
The problem with circles as a metaphor is they allude to a certain symmetry. That’s rare… practically unheard of. But then I might just be running round in a circle.