Everything's cyclical, circular, round All you don't know has already been found In school you learn the life cycle of a frog One day you're a tadpole and the next you just slog Slog from one building into another Crawl from childhood to being a mother Drive in endless circles around one block Scared to go home, be alone, no door knocks Scared to eat the same meal without a prayer The same meal you'd request at the electric chair Scared to go back to the same circular life To be in the same room with the same old wife In circles, to sleep, wake up, and complain In circles, there is frost, and then there is rain We have 50 more cycles of summers to go 50 more times for the front lawn to mow 50 more cycles of seasons to pass 'Til we end up buried beneath the grass Nothing scares me more in this circular drone Than walking all these long circles alone http://thefineartdiner.blogspot.ca/2012/01/christinas-world-our-world.html -->