The Philosophy of a Circle

7/7/09  Bethany Blair

While searching for something meaningless

Looking down, I’m reaching up

The tie holds strong between us

And in Your hands You hold a cup

The cup it slowly empties

Of opportunities taken and unseen

(It’s) Time that has, unnoticed, passed away

As soft footfalls in a dream

We hurry to wait for everything

Rushing to regret taking it slower

Mourning about wasted time

Life is swell till another day’s over

The philosophy of a circle

Never ending, it doesn’t start

And glancing down I see the cup

Reflected, in pieces, broken apart

The time spent, whether well or not

The cup no longer used or needed

While next to it another one forms

Full of memories, wise words heeded

Watching all from afar

The scrawling hand of Fate

Writing in black while the old cup falls,

‘You’ve plenty of time before you’re too late’