Circle in a Line

There are times when I just sit back and think,

Of a time far behind; the past I see,

Regrets and memories lean precariously,

Circle in a line, sadness on its heels.

The mind buried in thought of the future,

Myriad cares of the world; the present,

Hope and happiness abound in me,

Circle in a line, thoughts pleasant.

Cares and worries weigh on my soul,

Where do I go? Where do I hide?

There is no place to find solace,

Circle in a line, I have to lose that pride!

The wondrous touch of friendship,

Luminous anchor of joy and hope,

There is a place for that face grim,

Circle in a line, the time to cope.

The beautiful drops of pearls,

On tendrils, leaves, buds and flowers,

The beautiful morning, the soft rays of dawn,

Circle in a line, choicest blessing showered.

I wonder of the times I think too much,

Of what will happen; the future may not be kind,

I am sure now that my overthinking mind,

Just wants it to be a Circle in a Line.

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