In the wheels of the wagon I ride,
I see the truth from whom I hide,
in the blazing circle moving above,
I see myself- all alone.
In the Os and Zeroes, in the loops and holes,
in every circle I see the circle I walk through.
Maybe its a reminder- of the steps I took yesterday,
or maybe a warning- to look at the steps I will take,
Like a hound after its own tail,
my thirst after my success,
has me stuck in a bottomless pit.
I have learned, and learned have I a lot,
yet never can it weigh down all that I have lost.
And none can help- another truth I hide,
its a wormhole that emerged from my own messed up mind.
There is an end, I believe there is,
the light at the end of the pitch dark tunnel.
Even a race around a track, despite the many laps,
has an end ribbon, waiting in patience to break,
And I shall do so, one day all by myself,
the ones running and walking are me,
the one who wins and loses also me.
In this path that circles itself,
I shall break the shackles and find that success.