Circle

The sun sets. The sun rises.
It happens again and again with no surprises.
My life does the same thing.
I flutter around in a circle, like a bird with a broken wing.
I try to let go with all of my might.
I lean to the left, but stay to the right.
I can’t stand to hurry, but I can’t sit and wait.
I know what I want, but I’ll leave it to fate
that somehow, I’ll get by.

I don’t want to be here, but I don’t want to go.
I’m sickened by strangers and the people I know.
I wish I had time, but I don’t wait to spend it.
I’ll pardon your crime, but I will not defend it.
I’ll ask for your help but won’t take suggestions.
I’ll spit out the answer but won’t know the question.
I can’t trust the truth because I can’t see a lie.
I won’t say hello because I can’t say goodbye,
but somehow I’ll get by.