ROUND AND ROUND IN CIRCLES

We both always

Talk in circles.

A round-about way,

To round things up,

Our way.

We circle the issue,

Like predators,

Hunting for a catch.

A loophole,

To break down the composure.

We be alert,

To the slightest defect,

In speech, thoughts or actions,

That we mete out,

At each other.

Neither, truly playing,

From the heart.

Yet going through the motions

Of it all,

To let things

Roll on,

And fall in place.

Sarcasm drips freely,

In whatever we say-

Do or make do with.

We allow ourselves,

To feel the restraint.

To curb the freedom,

That we so naturally feel.

We do take a lot

For granted.

Yet, the cautious in us,

Makes us seek

Reassurance,

Every now and then.

A knowledge,

To let the mind be free,

The heart at peace.

So that the we can be

Always, what we choose to

Believe that we

Should be.