MY LIFE IN CIRCLES

As I spin round and round
I see the sky above the ground
like a butcher , eyeing a hound
I reach for the stars, galaxy bound

I keep trying to grasp success
I will keep going on unless
by some miracle I achieve all
gain everything dear and do not fall

I kick, bite and crawl, gain scars
like a puppet, hanging in cars
Many a friend I loose ,not nice
pray what was their use ,just mice

In my large experiment of life
no daughters, no sons, hell not even a wife
In my hunger for light ,I passed
through the darkness, I stand unmasked
no glory greets, my scared face
no joy jumps ,no ecstasy ,no trace

Ultimately I tumbled down in circles
what use does bone have without muscles