Squared

I have been run over
by beginnings,
dragged along
by middles,
all the while ends
float above:
clouds of various shapes
drifting continuously

I am always interrupted
in my sky gazing,
fingers held down
while tracing dreams
Knocked over and restrained
by more beginnings

There is a square
in the world
that I will find

I am tired of looping
long for a corner to hide,
aching for shadowed secrets
that lie along the ridges and edges

There is a square
in the world
that I will find

Where seasons of idealistic thought
harbors frozen time
where home can be hidden from
where circles always end
where destiny is blindness,
and hope – a common friend.