Circles (Time is Alive)

All in the circle. Airport tears. Long finger, never-neverland love. The figures and the faces of the Kaleidescope gaze back in turn. The moon looks. The street is alive with Jazz. Music is yet to find a voice. Other places are entering minds as other places are exiting them. Life is silent, it has come to a stop. It looks within at itself and then runs away frightened and increases movement. There's a fight going on in an inner city street. The pubs are ablaze with emptiness and horse-racing. People are in cars and buses and taxis going places while other people are home and going nowhere but home. That's where the questioning begins. Its a lot to call yourself at home. How long can it last? Circles everythere, nobody sees them, but they are there alright. Ther's a charity collector looking for change and she has no need for money. She is on stage and away from home, thinking in public for once. Its summertime and life is hot and the skies sometimes cry. There is a little more freedom in the air. There is less explaining to do. It is a shared thing. I'm stuck inside of the daytime thinking about love, and what there is to find there. Today life is neon somehow, and expressive. It sings as it doesn't speak. There's a circle going on. Time is alive. its a shared experience, open to interpretation, but its just circles, circles, circles.