A Kind Angel's Thesis
Sian Shannon-Sinclair
Sat on a cloud
With nothing to do
Watching the world spin
Just as you do
Waiting and wishing
For something to happen
People are funny
But they work in patterns
I saw you
Running in circles you'd made as a child
Was it another game
Did you lose your place
Are you looking for a way out
Maybe you love
The cycle
The familiar spiral
The comfort of knowing you'll end up
Exactly where you began
Don't you want to be
More than this my friend
My friend
Don't you want to be
More than a breathing dead-end
My friend