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There are circles within circles.... Wheels within wheels. Some
are made in secret, Some are forged in steel. Some are meant to
keep "The Others" out While keeping US within. This is just how it
is and how it has always been.
Some wheels are wrought in desperation. Some are bought with
zeal. Some are gold and some are silver, Some are brass and some
are tin. Some seem to have no beginning and appear to have no end.
Still the wheels within the circles spin reeling us all in.
Most
begin with you and me becoming us and we. Until we turn around to
see those left behind, who now, are them and they but, never ever we.
There are circles within circles. Wheels within wheels. Some
are hidden in the shadows. Some stare us in the eye. We may rail
against them or seek their refuge or even yet, deny but, within we
all have circles of our own. Families, friends, interests, goals or
even causes, our rings govern us, exercising their own control.
We don't always want to be alone. Seeking to belong, we are all zero
at the bone. Gears within wheels turning them just one long
continuum. Until a cog, a burr breaks in and begins to effect
the wheels rhythm. Then the wobbling wheel reveals the circles
weakness as it grinds and squeals. Pointing fingers, at their
leaders, leaving motives, unconcealed. Still it is wise for one to
question their intent, values can change from time to time.
Principles can become compromised and ethics too often elastically
inclined.
So, beware the rimless circles, reflect upon the spin.
Lest you lose a thing called integrity just because they let you in.
It is too easy to veer off course when the gears get too shiny for
our eyes and your mind is numbing, dumbing, succumbing, hypnotized.
You can cease to be who you think you are, if compromised. Your
identity lost to the circles power, its rhythm, its never ending
spin.
By 5/17/14
By Lady LaMythica©(Linda A. Copp)
Copyright Linda A Copp a.k.a. Lady
LaMythica 1981to 2020©
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