Life comes a full circle..
But am left with salts,
no one out there wants to trade their honey.
I cross paths with same people,
as my attempts to sidestep go in vain,
giving them what they want off me.
I face same old situations,
while holding onto sanity on the sharp turns,
just like my darkness holds the ciggratte till late, while heart burns,
Life comes a full circle..
Maybe yes ..
But the ring tends to suffocate hopes,
everytime i am about to break the glass ceiling,
