Circles

life is circular today
maybe it will go away
and leave me in this scuppered skull
encased by mental scabs and full
of warping wisps
which tear along the tracks of awareness
in thought's chaotic train

yes life is circular today
at least it keeps the wolves at bay
or maybe life is just a play
where dreams are scenes
and dawn unfolds
on you, the stage, where actors say:
hello, how are you, goodbye, good day.