Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting Every aspect, every possible point of view you can fathom My unavoidable destiny The human idiosyncrasy It is exigent that I must deviate From this fear of unimaginable pain At the crossroads I seem to take wrong turns Perfect hindsight reveals the true route If I can learn from the past, can I become The individual I aspire to be? Like a circle, the morning sun begins and ends From the sight of it, I hold back always waiting I can continue to put off life, but how long will It wait for me?