Mandala

I lost my place in the world;

it left me behind.

Now my soul is unbound

and my mind is free to roam

around and around

Thoughts drip down to words on a page scrawled in a foreign tongue.

Circles tending toward the center lead you back to none.

You can cry, you can beg, you can plead, you can pray...

You may doubt it, apathetic,

but you never had control.

You saw what you wanted,

but the rest was terrible.

Pull back the curtain

and reveal the guilty, so

the veil can be lifted.

The well will overflow.

You've been here before.

You've seen it all

but your conscience won't recall.

And your eyes are barely wide enough

to recognize what your heart keeps giving up.

And someday it might win

if your mind's giving in.

Just try to lose yourself;

or do your best till then.