Cycles

The good and the evil

I'm spinning all around

since the winds of change,

created a new strange,

version of who i was,

while the other side holds on.

I'd like to make myself believe,

that i'm still in motion,

even when i find myself spinning,

in the world i create.

I pretend for my happy ending.

Got a bad romance,

that i wont forget about,

even when i know ,

i should be over it,

i hold on to what i want to. (Better the devil you know)

Besides the worst part of ending is starting again,

wandering until you find your new spot,

for the new muse that keeps you moving,

as she inspires you when you are high.

A thousand miles

all along in this stride,

that makes a circular motion,

no matter how you try.