Look Around

Look around
A circle I’ve found
Is not so loud

Not with an angle
New fangled
Threaten the angels
Among us
As if we all have to rush
Everyone one of us
Our own wants and desires
Why we become liars
Life becomes dire

In a triangle
No longer do we dangle
But become trapped and entangled
Seems a sad song
If you’re gone
Or if loving you is wrong
I don’t want to be right
Yet I just might
Find the light

Outside the box
Being something I’m not
How do I stop?
Because if I were square
Would you care?
Perhaps I would dare
To be here
Wouldn’t live in fear
Of this sphere

So is a circle better
Would it bring us together?
I think never
It is routine
Just me
And I believe
I’ll never be free

Alas this is my circle
Frightened turtle
Another Urkel

Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.