We all circle through life, looking for purpose..
Looking for balance, above and below our surface..

How do you keep moving in a world of chaos and noise?
How do you keep living in a mind that destroys?

It flows like a circle, yet hard to break out..
The only way through is releasing the doubt..

We all strive to be better so our egos can grow..
Driven by power and always aiming first row..

The circle keeps turning and looks awfully dark blue..
We seem to have lost track of what we came here to do..

The dark circle keeps turning as we try to escape..
We are forced upside down, forced to reshape..

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