Circling

Tired, just tired, of the same old run-around, the same old circle.
Always thought its was a spiral, NOT a circle,
but it takes so long to get to the center, or the peripheral margin.
You're living in a storm,
a Vortex,
but it is a slow whirlpool,
as slow as 9 years of your life (for me it will be NINE millennia).
Each turn a remembrance of past lives,
         each turn - a turn in life,
                   each turn - a chance,
a chance to blow up and turn to another direction.

Anónimo