I’ve seen circles around the city
Footprints printed on the skyscrapers
Scraping off the failed ambitious
And false contentment of its victims.
Encircled in a vicinity of vicious
360’s moving quickly pass being thankful
Pass tomorrow where joy was
Running perfectly through the motions
For emotions to run off
The next phase.
A form functioning as the any
Means necessary, necessary for
These predators pretending to
Paint smiles on all this hard work.
Still we’re hardwired to cling to
Abandoned buildings of hope;
Lapping us from dusk until dawn.
When morning arrives we’ll
Greet it with high hopes.
And hopefully find another rope to
Hang to hang from.
The eyes are open, but we only see in circles.