Circles

Lets start from the beginning.

When your heart told you, you were different.

When you knew you were made for larger things.

You took the steps, stiffened up your upper lip.

You left home, with all its comforts and its safety.

That was the price you paid, to follow what your heart said.

You did what was imagined.

Maybe not, maybe fell short of what could be.

But you did more than expected.

Only you knew what could be.

Do you ever think, do you ever wonder what if?

Late in the night, with the sound of air pronounced,

The whispers louder than shouts

Do you imagine what could be, what should be?

Or do you reoccupy your mind as did then?

Reassured of what’s been achieved.

But what happened when you met him?

Stripped of your delusions, your pretensions.

Like a mirror in your eyes, drew from you what was real.

And then fled the illusions

And then vamoosed the deceptions.

And then you were left, soaked in the truth.

Faced with the distending chasm

Between apathy and sympathy.

The choice yours to make

The chance yours to take

The leap yours to undertake

And leap you did. Your hand in his

Your heart intertwined with his.

Did he make you think you’d make it through?

Did you see the fervent stars preview?

Or did you fear breathing lest break what seemed true?

Funny how mind plays tricks, leads you where you want to go

Not where you are colliding.

With a compelling destination in mind, we drove and we drove.

I didn’t even stop to notice the losing grip,

And the withering wheels

Not until the brakes failed.

Not until I remembered to exhale.

Oh not until it was too late.

Not until the stars burnt out.

And not until the journey cut-short

But here I am, still on that journey

Without your hand in mine

And no hearts intertwined.

But I have lost my heart,

In my thoughts, born and

Borne by confusion, disillusion

Needing seclusion, jumping conclusions.

Hiding behind illusions.

So here I am, still on that journey

But the destination has changed.

And now the illusions, the delusions,

The pretention and the confusion;

Come crashing.

So tell me, my love

Am I but running in circles?