It could be a circle I’m travelling,
or a long and windy trail.
In such dry and arid conditions,
or wet where I need a sail.
Pulls on every ounce of strength,
such weight I have to bare.
But then I look to the distance,
and I know I’m nearly there.
Such feats I have to contend with,
as I travel along the way.
Those burdens that I carry too,
some go but others may stay.
And what if it is a circle or two,
and I just go round and round.
Maybe that’s just the secret,
of how happiness can be found.