I’m walking in circles
I can’t find my head
I checked the table, the counter, the workbench
The dresser, the bed
I don’t know why
I can’t keep a thought
I’m like a memoir cut into ribbons and
Strewn like tinsel on something someone else bought
I see a notebook
I look for a pen
Then I remember I’m looking for you
And I begin to look again
I walk in circles
I find myself drifting from room to room
I’m not angry or sad or impatient
I’m too lost to be doom and gloom
You ask me a question
I chase the answer down a hole
It’s not wonderland or wild geese I’m chasing
It’s what you do to my lost soul
You tell me a story
I stop and turn to you
I know there was something I was supposed to be doing
But I feel the unraveling end is coming soon
You make me laugh
You make me stop and smile
If I have to be circling I want to circle around you
If you make me stop I’ll happily stay a while
I’m walking in circles
I find myself drifting from room to room
Maybe I’m circling around you
Or maybe I recall I’m looking for you
