Circles Around

Until the end comes to me I will rise or go low Wings are set out for free Onward in the drifting flow Content has no comparison yet All is just inside going We have no moments met From the distance growing Floating and splashing too Billowing to the shore Footsteps following the true Always for more and more The yesterdays we let go Giving the hills we found Moods coming fast or slow Nothing to nowhere bound What we will say or hear Is never completely done Eternals are always near Nothing of the past is gone We shall not learn it now What has been always there? But thoughts come somehow From circles around to steer