I drew too much from my well of kindness The
cylindrical structure became another hole There was
not nearly enough to see my own reflection Not nearly
enough to pour back into my soul And when
the scorching days of famine and failure Broke down my
wall of confidence Force feeding the
bitterness of my pride Past my dried lips,
scratching down my throat I had droplets of
happy memories To quench my heated
mind
But…this spherical reality has me walking in circles Round
and back to my problems Like a
hamster on its wheel Waiting for
my turn to go down again
And again And
again.