Circle

There are two of us talking in circles and one of us who wants to leave in a world created for only us an empty cage that has no key. Don't you know we're working with flesh and blood carving out of jelousy. Crawling into each other it's smothering every little part of me. What kind of love is this that keeps me hanging on despite everything its doing to me. What is this love that keeps me coming back for more when it will only end in misery. I know too many people unhappy in a life from which they'd love to flee, watching others get every offer, they're wanton for discovery. Oh my brother my sister my mother you're loosing your identity. Can't you see that it's you in the window shining with intensity. What kind of love is this that keeps me hanging on despite everything it's doing to me. What is this love that keeps me coming back for more when it will only end in misery.