Circular Games

Circular games, and smiles of an evening, toward some false heartbreak, and your body and your face deceives you, it is victorious over you, but, you are vainly oblivious, when you were wishing for life to be a puppet of yours, and perhaps, life smiles along with me, at your fallibility, and now, ultimately, you are trapped in the corner that you created for yourself, and in this corner, you have made the corner itself feel discomfited, and you survey the corner, and you are paralysed by your own need for deception, for an impossible success, and then you are frighteningly alone, and the only place that you can look, is within.