spinning circles

[beanpoophead]

I wandered in circles around and around
never ending circles of something in-between
teaching me to hold on to every little thing
and to never forget to breathe
some days they spun even if i couldn’t
spinning around, hair flying in the wind
wide mouthed and wide eyed
hoping that this dream will end
and I’ll kiss my starry eyed smile goodbye
when i close my lips and my eyes

not today, not tomorrow this day will never end
letting me into this mirror filled room
where i see myself to bitterly clear
and view all the action packed films
of this little life, thus far
my mistakes to many
and my triumphs far to few
if i tried to change everything un-forgotten
no one would forget it at all
because its always going to be that way

the dreams i dreamed
always seemed to tell me something foreseen
something to come of, something to hold onto
that one thing that keeps you up at night
teaching you to believe
in all those things you never could
that kiss the stars
and paste on little tear drops
into the corners of your eyes
like the stars they gave out in kindergarten

i counted the hours
and the minutes, even the seconds
of the wait i waited for you to care
for you to say i miss you
yet, i still sit here and stare at the clock
counting and counting, hoping and praying
that maybe someday things could change
and you’d see me smile all over again
the same one i smiled
the last day my heart did beat

the circles keep going
that’s the thing about them
they never stop spinning
all these circles never stop circling
its cos they have no start and no end
all the in-between is what consumes us now
pushing on every edge, or lack there of
to stop the circling of the circles that we catch
to penetrate, to perpetrate, to purpose
the lives of the circulars

and if i only could only stop spinning
catch my breath so that i can breath
let be the life that i gave away
all those months ago when i let go
and started to spin and spin and spin
if i knew then what i know now
the circle wouldn’t of started
but that’s the thing
with no beginning there can be no end
and I’m always going to be stuck spinning

 

[ECM-717]

Originally posted by beanpoophead
i counted the hours
and the minutes, even the seconds
of the wait i waited for you to care
for you to say i miss you
yet, i still sit here and stare at the clock
counting and counting, hoping and praying
that maybe someday things could change
and you’d see me smile all over again
the same one i smiled
the last day my heart did beat

beautiful, that verse.

 

[RareForm]

 

[CHiLD-0F-THE-BEAT]

This filled me with an amazing sense of happiness - - - even though the progression is quite melancholy.
Lovely piece.

 

[FixXxer]

i know that feeling... never thought of describing it like that.
kick ass.
great work as usual

 

[E-girl]

i was going to also quote what ECM quoted -- something in that struck me on a personal note as well. and i really loved these lines:

letting me into this mirror filled room
where i see myself to bitterly clear

 

[neverwas]

just as great as ur other peices

 

[cherub]

and if i only could only stop spinning
catch my breath so that i can breath
let be the life that i gave away
all those months ago when i let go
and started to spin and spin and spin
if i knew then what i know now
the circle wouldn’t of started
but that’s the thing
with no beginning there can be no end
and I’m always going to be stuck spinning

I relate on this level alot lately, thank you for putting into words, words have not been my forti lately. awesome!