In every class, there's a circle,
In every circle, another one unfolds,
And within that one, yet another is told.

Sometimes, you'll feel the sting of being left behind,
But that's life revealing its true design-
An evolving puzzle, where pieces shift and align.

Embrace the change, and don't be defined
By the circles that exclude, or the ones that shine.
For even the brightest rings may dim,
And even the tightest knots unravel at the whim

Forge your own shape, let your own lines be drawn,
For every circle fades, but you will move on.
Some loops return, some break apart,
Yet you remain-whole in heart.

In the "loneliness",
I find connection.
In the "boredom",
I find fulfillment.
In the "silence",
I find serenity.

Why aren't you at peace?

Imposing green,
a lonely stretch
into the streaking sky.

Strong and steady,
never wavering,
even in the gales.

Crisp leaves
flutter and shift,
always reaching up.

I stared into your deep brown eyes
And you said it’s nothing
I admired the gentle flow of your hair
And you said it’s nothing
I ran my hands through the curve of your waist
And you said it’s nothing
I said “What a beautiful soul you have”
And you said it’s nothing
If all of that is nothing
Then nothing is everything

Can you still see me

Standing in this dark room

Talking to the memory of you

Your hand is back in my hair

The love is still there

Just like you never left

But that is not my life

I couldn't sit pretty

To let you create a pretty lie

And now I'm here and for all I know..

You may have died.

Do you feel it too?
Or am I scribbling a madman’s manuscript?
The warmth, the haze—
This feeling of a desperate chase.

Does nature only mock me?
Does it grace you?
The wind caresses the skin of all beings—
Do they call you a pawn
In a mesmerizing scheme?

Or am I just being dreamy?
It is necessary for my heal.
Is it the same, the likewise intuition?
Do you feel, what I feel about this creation
Or is it - crazy guy's manifestation.
Do you feel it too?
What I feel?
Listening to my conscience I scream.