Circles

Around the circle the lines begin to intermix

blurring our perception of what’s ahead and what isn’t.

If it follows a secular motion could it also be linear?

Or am I just confusing time and space

With a pattern, constant, indirect,

And mind-numbing to erase

The colors diversify the angles

Of which we see

However, it’s not all black or white

It’s easy to forget the colors in-between

In a spectrum of light the truth becomes white

And reflecting is a pallet

Our pupils force us to see

The black, though hard to grasp

Is the absence of color

In which a single look

Heaves us into a hole  

Preventing our escape

This is the way of the

Circle that goes round.

An intangible concept

 Incomplete in thought

A never-ending
Everlasting train
Confused and lost