Another full circle

Another full circle

I am back at point A

Repeating again but

On a different day

The scenery the same

Like being lost at sea

Like running a lap, how

Can I get to point B

From the spider's new web

From the spider's new web
To the evening firefly
A day in the yellow
Beneath a painted sky

With white clouds expanding
Without shadows or time
Spinning on a plateau
With no valleys or climb

Apart without reason

Apart without reason

Separated by time

The distance grows greater

Like the numbers of prime

If we can’t say hello

Are we bidding adieu

As our parallel lives

Are becoming so skew

Where's the revolution

Where's the revolution
Raised fists in defiance
Can we forge ahead with
Fight and noncompliance

No anger or outrage
We've become complacent
If we don't speak up now
Send in a replacement

Making up for lost time

Making up for lost time

Unable to compose

Situations I can’t

Imagine or suppose

Left with paint by numbers

The mechanics and gears

Nothing original

No new joys just old tears

The dark is just the dark

The dark is just the dark

No doors remain ajar

No movement coming back

No voices from afar

And time is here and now

On the head of a pin

The tip of the needle

This second of the spin

What is left to be said

What is left to be said

The bridge is gone, the hand

Is not reaching out as

Time passes the last sand

Can you hear me shouting

But what does it matter

I speak a language that

Only sounds like chatter