Darkening Circles

A bicycle can only be ridden with wheels in the shapes of circles. Life can be a stick in the spokes, but the wheel will always remain a circle. 4 8 15 16 23 42

When I'm at the podium, I clear my throat

Hello, world, this is who I am

Say, world, what do you know about living?

What do you know about death?

When one dies, does another start to live?

Maybe I'll drink to that

and remain a slave

Maybe I'll pleasure myself to pornography

and remain helpless

Maybe I'll kidnap control

And make it do my bidding

I'll cheat

I'll gamble

I'll do anything to please

the yearning, the mourning, the controlling

Say, world, perhaps its best to stop

But wouldn't that be too easy, it says

A child is born

That child grows

The growing stops

That child is old

That child is dead

Say, world, what do you know about darkness?

Can the cycle be stopped?

It smirks and says

If the cycle could be broken

Do you think you'd even be here?

Typing away?

I clear my throat once more

As a lad, I'd ride my bicycle far

As far as it would go

One day, off a curb

The wheel popped and sputtered

The tire got patched, it got mended

So, world, the cycle may never truly stop

But it can always be

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