circle

Everything is static and yet at the same time makes a very rapid circling movement
in my head
like my pen making lines on a white paper when I have nothing to do
round and round lines of beauty carved randomly by thoughtless mind 
I do not comprehend, this time I do not try to
letting them go as He wishes is what I do
me is shaping contentment in an old way that I've known and seen
whether or not now it's changed, I guess I just have to take the risk
of living life of the unknown
keep the thrill in your pocket, they say
so whenever you are down, you can sit and fold it open
it's the laughter you can grow out of anything
everything...
and everything shows its beauty to you
in a way you have never seen before
and before you know you understand
every reason behind all the things you questioned before
not every reason is pretty to know
some make you sad, and once again you UNDERSTAND
why they were hidden
you try to forget then, all these reasons
so tomorrow you can have every rights to wonder
and make everything move in rapid circling dance
in your head