Round and round the Circle Line
in endless pursuit of me and mine.
Familiar scenes go hurtling past,
each new vision much like the last;
grief and suffering, hate and pain
coming round and round again.
Where are the stops where the doors slide back
and offer a respite from a circular track?
Would I exit if I could?
Is there any choice but “should”?
When the stations slide into view,
is there a way out for me? And you?
The train slows down and signs appear,
once more decision time is near.
CONCENTRATION puts an end to endless travel.
MORALITY helps the karmic tangles unravel.
unlocks the escape hatch from this prison!