I am the circle and the circle is me,
Just as rivers and streams are part of the sea.
Round and round I seem to go,
As long as I don't let discomfort show.
Time doesn't sit still; it keeps endlessly running,
Just as prisoners are deceitfully cunning.
Life refuses to wait for me to catch up,
As though if I do I will inevitably disrupt.
How much longer will I have to patiently waiting?
Is this my complete life; destiny, fate?
I'm tired of being so incomplete,
Why don't you sit in my weighted seat.
Life is incomprehensively unfair,
So go ahead...
Turn your back in utter disdain and despair.
-H.B
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