Circle thoughts

Round and round
In the same groove
Dancing to the same tune
Making the same move

Flogging the same horse
With a worn-out whip
Round and round
In a senseless trip.

Like a dog and his tail
Chasing each other
Thoughts revolve, not evolve
Merely going rounder and rounder.


Who has not been caught there?
In this rut of the Vicious Circle?
From where one doesn’t know
How to make a gracious exit?

And yet

Isn’t it simpler to
Draw wider circles around it?
Of unblemished thoughts
from an open mind
in newer orbits
not defined?