
Inside space within a circle, watching it slowly spin
no hate exist in my heart, no one I believe a friend
Floating within the circle, routine is natures cry
moving from same to same, often the soul wonders why
The circle spins into oblivion, useless need for lock or key
darkness of death exist beyond, when usefulness sets me free
Inside the confines of the circle, the blood and genes conflict in kin
through the years my unique legacy, will disappear into the circle that spins



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