‘Here I sit,
Preparing to quit,
Life’s painful series of circles…
‘Will I be missed?
Will I be dissed?
My thoughts are racing in circles…
‘If I do die,
They’ll cry out a sigh,
And carry my body in circles…
‘They’ll bury me deep,
Where insects do creep,
In busy and endless circles…
‘My body will rot,
They’ll each eat their lot,
And continue their tireless circles…
‘Until one will break,
And suffer heartache,
From one of life’s treacherous circles…
‘And then it will sit,
Preparing to quit,
Life’s painful series of circles…
‘So I may as well stay,
And continue to play,
As a human in life’s infinite circles…’