Circling, Circling

Everything revolves around in circles

It’s true you see

The earth around the sun

The moon around the earth

Our lives around time

And of course, me around you

But still, we are here alone

You see, we all like to think that we are the center, the spot in which everything turns around

The earth and its axis all in one

And maybe we are, or maybe it’s just one of those things we think to stop the dark thoughts from intruding

My life is my own we think

I am my own God

But now you look away, and you realize you are spinning the opposite direction in which you started

Or were you ever-spinning right, was it always left

How can you ever really be sure, there is no book in which you wrote this down

There is no guide telling you what is or isn’t, what has or what hasn’t been 

The mailman turned murderer

The people we thought ourselves to know only now reveal their defining traits

And lucky for you, there is a list for this, and all of your friends seem to have handpicked theirs from the bottom up

You however have gone top to bottom, as one should always do in life

After your recent discovery that you are above the horrid ways of all of your loved ones, you set off on your own, embarking on a new trail that has just appeared in the distance

You are your own God