Circles

The brain,
most would say it's an amazing thing.
I do agree,
but when things become so clear,
to the point that they blur out
is when the brain.
ROYALLY.
Fucks you up.
Two different thoughts that circle around,
like vultures waiting to take what they can,
from the carcass that was the starting thought.
Whatever was the inspiration
is what feeds them till their plan of detonation,
gets put into play.
The imperfect circle that corrects itself the further in it gets,
then back to it's original state,
the circle circling what was left of the past circle,
Every time a new idea or shape is taken,
every damn time there is always something to change it and to take it.
Controversies burn in a ring,
borderline rings of fire,
consuming what decides to cross it,
living like another being.
Words that don't follow the same thoughts,
back of the head trying to escape into the atmosphere,
a peeking voice that is not one's own or another's,
though it is there.  
Why can something exist without being,
why can thoughts occur when one is not thinking,
why can people get away with what they do,
while escaping the punishment,
why can there be so much controversy,
when something shouldn't exist,
why can something exist without being.
Looping over and over no answers.
Caught in limbo, both heaven and hell.
Why do we ask why when why is not something to bring upon why something is.
Why do we bring up topics of controversy.
Because we are in a circle.
But,
The brain,
most would say it's an amazing thing.
I do agree.