Nothing works to slow down the cycles that keep turning around in my brain,
Except maybe for a time when I’ve spent myself and the forces of my energy drain;
So I look at them turning recurrently,
And I rue and I magnify them alternatively,
All the while praying for some vision objectively
That the graces of perspective I’d gain.
No struggle is worth losing the peace
And our appetites never will cease
While no other can one always please
Except when we fall down on our knees
To give it all up to release
As mortal, just passing and vain.
My folly is the focus of the spin
And it moves from about to within
As I find me a comfortable sin
To ease what would to me seem pain.
Yes, the circles they never do wane
And are at once a pleasure and bane
Because deep in the center remains
Only being, in silence, the soul.