to crossing a circle

I think I finally know
Maybe I figured it all out

I know how I feel
But rather disappointing

I’m like an artistic Arctic
And a dangling compass

// North
or rather
South \\

I’m like a echo and the wind will guide
Back before I ever went a side

I’m either pressed of pulled fluent
The constant tension to absorb movement

I’m either yours
maybe mine

Maybe both is just fine