In search for angles of a circle
Insecurities awaken a feeling of lost
Bridges fulfillment corrupted by it’s costs
A walk of solitude on a thread or wire
An honest word spoken by lips of a lair
Virtues within a sinner meant not to last
Perhaps today is tomorrows past
Gaps of a sponge hold water for now
This circle has made a damned vow
No angle you shall seek in me
Ones to fully accept his own lasting he
Ones to accept what can’t be found
Instead of circling round and round.
Eman obied
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