Oval

I keep going around in circles...

Or maybe its an oval.

Why is that?

Every time I walk away and go straight with my head down - fighting the urge to look back - I think its the end.

My heart tricks me into believing that's it.

My brain tricks me into seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

My soul tricks me into feeling free.

Then... all of a sudden I see a turn.

And I'm right back around the parallel side of the straight line.

Guess what's stuck in the middle of the oval...

That one concept that can't escape my mind,

That one fantasy a part of me still believes I might live.

I can't help but question...

Do I still want this? Or does this want me?