I profess an artist though I constantly seek the shape of life and fall short
it looks like a line one long road from start to finish
in the thick of it one is apt to shift perspective the view looking more like a hill
or mountain Sisyphus climb we do we though peek come down the
other side
i do mean peek not peak though that too
this determination complete
it is a circle
for how else can a body explain the spinning happenings
the days turning into months and years
flying by as they so readily do
completing the arch as if it something with a crease
it offers a well to those who have the will
to keep turning on this wheel
I prefer it this way quite frankly
I’d rather turn and circumnavigate life
than peek and fall away
or trod along a line to an end
that we reach in our own good time
anyway