Circles compile in constent regression
Around and around until there isn’t anywhere to go
But back to the start
Torn down over and over
So tired of the drama
The lack of truth
And constant lies
It is obsessive
Regressive
Forgiven
Received
Completed
To find the center
Between the speakers
Inside my head
I bleed for the ones I cease to find
The ability to reach
I fall between
Reality and a dream
In silence I SCREAM
Airplanes fly
I retry
To reconfigure my reality
Turn it into something I can believe