So Iwrap a curtain around my body- <br />it's like playin' dead <br />sittin up straight <br />(runnin' in circles) <br />(missin' the bus) <br />and the couch is like a coffin <br />I'm sinkin' sinkin' sinkin' into it. <br /> <br />There is a beat to bein' beaten, <br />'least that's what they told me <br />but three days without eatin' <br />and anything becomes certain. <br />(do I really hear your voice?) <br />(God, did I ever even have a choice?) <br /> <br />Yeah, I can't figure out where I'm goin' <br />Just runnin' in circles <br />just circling another year. <br />And God I can't go anywhere, <br />but I'm sick of staying here. <br />and I'm thinkin thinkin' thinkin' <br />that maybe this is your plan <br />but this time don't let it be <br />me just thinkin' again.<br /><br />Lesley Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/runnin-in-circles/
