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
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
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