Mandala

I lost my place in the w orld
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 towards the center lead you back to none.
You can cry,
You can beg,
You can p lead,
You can pray...

You may doubt it,
A pathetic,
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 you're 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 y ourself
Do your best 'til then.