A circle draws upon itself
standing by the shore
watching the horizon next
somethings not to liking
yet essential enough
should the process matter
or the final destination
all set
circle of confusion draws upon itself
the words sound bitter
the efforts too hard
every moment is liking drowning
yet one day, shall laugh upon next
why worry for the process
maybe the goal seems big itself
circle of confusion draws upon itself
insults and critics heard around
the heart deprives the ground
the brain tells to retreat
yet in the name of big picture
one wishes to linger itself
circle of confusion draws itself
wish to surrender
yet a dream of childhood
is it worth to stay
stay in hard arena itself
circle of confusion draws upon itself
some loops never end
some circles never open
some knots untied remains
to those circles
see the rectangles of vision
to those confusion
watch the stars
fixing the glaze on the vision itself
alas
circle of confusion rests upon itself
when rectangle be drawn
the eraser of fate
shall diminish the circle soon….