PERFECT CiRCLE

 PERFECT CiRCLE

Sitting here alone trying to understand.

Trying to be a loving man.

Trying to comprehend between right and wrong.

I wonder if I’ve been on this Earth to long. . .

 

If it wasn’t for the summer coming after the spring.

We would just fall into winter again.

 

So, I’ll wait till Sunday;

go to church on time

and after the sermon

I will drink the wine

and then I will shout:

 

Father forgive me, for I have sinned!

Please, please father take my confession!

Please take me in. . .

 

And this is the circle that always prevails

From April’s showers until August hails. . .