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The circle

The circle must remain broken
Past mistakes shall go unspoken
Toward my future, headlong I fly
Without the ones I thought would try
To dream, design, to build and share
The joy and sweat of this affair

Now I sit and ponder fate
Afraid, unsure I hesitate
My words have left such bitter taste
In ones whose trust my dream was based
A fault of mind, a trait unchecked
Half my life did not detect

Now all my chips are in the pot
I soon shall know what is my lot
I soon shall know if some forgive
I soon shall know if dreams will live

Without a rudder, steered my course
Drifting 'round with little force
Around safe harbor I would stay
The greatest sailor I'd portray
In circles bobbed upon little swells
Telling all my epic tales

The dawn now touches dark horizon
Through gloom I see rough seas anon
Fear grips me like a vice
I breath and pray I will suffice
I know alone there is no hope
I've built a gallows, hung the rope

I must begin to start again
To forge new trust and faith sustain
To expose myself to deepest depths
Forgetting all my past regrets

With wheel know firmly set ahead
Sails unfurled catch wind of dread
Till dying breath I'll fight of course
No need have I for sad remorse

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