Not a circle

You snored in the dream of indifference

of the granted taken

of the thinking you have

and not wanting to know

of running around in circles

but there are circles, not

And the unintoxicating wine

mixed with my bitterness

to produce weariness

We’ve been to this place before

Me and myself

What am I supposed to prove?

I’ll prove that an old horse

rarely learns new tricks

the difference is

this time I don’t care

If my tricks don’t ring your bell

Go knock some other door

Indifference

the first sign

illusion is gone.

By tuttysan © 2008