Ever Decreasing Circles

I go on forever
round and round
chasing my tail
chasing spectres and shadows
looking for resolution
looking for satisfaction
desperately seeking a return
to stability
to normality
to my golden dream…

…and morning comes and the birds sing
and the cats meow
and the bell rings
less as a welcome to a bright new dawn
more as a boxer’s introduction
to a new round
round and round
the same old same old
again and again
leaving me lost and bewildered
wondering if my golden dream
was nought more than a dream
now become a nightmare
as like a hapless comic
trapped in single day in time
my life has become a tragic re-make
of Groundhog Day

Iain

 

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