Round the ground, a trip to myself,
A journey that brings me no sorrow.
I drift back as my clock strikes twelve,
As I step into my tomorrow.
Round my enemies - I don't give in,
They already can't make the damage,
I always have said what I mean,
I've hit and have taken the challenge.
Round my friends - they are people why smile
When I smile, and why cry when I cry.
To find them has taken a while,
But it was the best thing to try.
Round it all - now I am who I am,
And I choose to not turn it down.
The people of past - I am grateful to them,
Cause now they cannot make me frown
17.01.09
Roundabout
© Copyright: Ирина Нерпас, 2009
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