The world is full of tiny cirlces
smoke rings and coffee stains
coins for the laundry slot
rings on the fingers
of the haves and have nots
The world is full of tiny cirlces
spinning the spoon in the coffee cup
to stir in the sugar and the cream
going around and around
like an eclipse
The world is full of tiny circles
pebbles on the beach
too numerous to count
the tiny holes where the bolts go
on all of the machines
The world is full of tiny circles
I came back to a place I used to live
I swore I'd never return
I was young and full of vigor
I knew I was right
and the world was wrong
I just wanted to hide away and sing my songs
Decades later I return
Looking in the windows of the empty cafe
where I used to play
the world is full of tiny circles
and I can't escape
Can I jump through them like hoops
Tiny hop scotch game
is it like ripples on a pond
if I walk across the two-dimensional water
and skip over can I jump through?