Circularity

Circularity

I want a notion, contented by my own belief.
A sign of erosion allows me to forget my fears,
‘Cos while they’re here in me I know this circularity comes up, aloud, at once, and I know it’s all because I don’t want to know your name.
I believe in clarity, a simple singularity engaging.
Where everyone believes that everything perceives all.
A radiance outside of me, a chance to see that all of this inflaming is borne of all a blurred and discontented soul.
Now, it seems a kind of elation is transcending me to perfect bliss, but there’s a kind of frustration that I will never know this everything.
Yeah, I know that I’m ‘only’, but I just can’t perceive myself.
There’s a sense of a longing; that we need circularity.
Yeah, we know that we’re ‘only’, but we’re losing our sense of ‘self’.
There’s a sense of foreboding that we need circularity.
Yeah, I know it’s all too late and I fear that we’ve fallen from grace.
But there’s a kind of elation that’s transcending us to perfect bliss.
Yet there’s a sense of frustration that’s corroding everything!
Yeah, I know that I’m ‘only’, but I just can’t perceive myself.
There’s a sense of a longing; that we need circularity.
Yeah, we know that we’re lonely, but we’re losing our sense of ‘self’.
There’s a sense of foreboding that we need circularity.

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