Cylindrical Lies

I want to be a butterfly

I want to stop and weave

A hard cocoon of silky thread

A place to cry and grieve

I've lost the layers of my life

In time's relentless flight

Building circled sheets of strife

That glow throughout the night

Layered circles, crystal shields

Surround my feeble soul

I heal inside the shell of glass

I strengthen in it's bowl

It's all a sham, it's all a ruse

It's foolish to surmise

To uselessly abide  in here

Within cylindrical lies

© Paul Viel 2002