Circles

An poem about cycles.

Revel in shift, a new affirmation

I remember now, the best sensation

I’m locked in for the turning of the tides

Take me away, I would never ask why

 

Consumed by avant-garde reality

Free of all bruises and formality

Power reminiscent of a head rush

Philosophy that reads glory or bust

 

If you can’t understand you should not try,

If no one can then I may as well die

It's gone so quickly, as always unwelcomed

Diversion from a beat once found helpful

 

Nevermind it all, I’m back to square one

Should I forget one must beware fun

Unwilling loss of sensibility

Perplexing, literally killing me

 

Perhaps for now I can relax on the shelf

God I hope that history repeats itself.

Author's Note

Does this make sense to you? How did you interpret it? Is there anything that doesn't work for you?