CIRCLES

I’m just a weary wanderer
Looking for my mind,
Round in circles endlessly
Talking to mankind.

As I traveled
On my way,
I met a man
Who had nothing to say.

The more he talked
The less he said,
Running circles
Round my head.

So I left
Searching again,
And met a man
Who had never been.

He’d never lived
He had never died,
He never laughed
He’d never cried.

And so I left
What wasn’t there,
And met a man
Who didn’t care.

Nothing mattered
No decisions to make,
His lack of concern
I could not take.

I had to leave
Had to move along,
And saw a man
Who was never wrong.

He stood on a pedestal
And talked all day,
To all those people
Who had nothing to say.

The more I’ve searched
The less I’ve found,
And all those circles
Keep spinning round.