Circle

Sit back and relax

For once let the world pass by in a blue hued blur

And find that perhaps, things are seen clearer than ever



Personal things become impersonal

That step back rights the skewed points of view

Really need to do this more often



So many things are clearer now

Conflicts, miscommunication, prejudices, pain

And so easily righted, if only they could understand



But instead, all these things float around us

Choking the air like poisonous smog hanging above a city

Suffocating our happiness in the acrid salt of our tears



Still, we struggle to hold on to each other

Lost, but not quite alone, held together weakly

By the shadow of something we all shared, once



Spinning in a void of grey

The circle we once made still keeps some of our hopes inside

No matter how tattered it is