The Key to (Life) Circles

Never in my life have I wanted so badly to draw the lines that could mirror my feelings;

Create twists and turns that paint my existence.

I want to make stitches to the gaps in my depressions.

I want these stitches to string to together my glee.

If all is put in line, might it swing to a fro?

I continue to weave through my mapped-out plan.

The guide rails are set, but the needle pierces them quickly.

My lines are out of control.

I I try as hard as I can to curve the right bend into a perfect circle.

It's horribly lopsided.

Like life, It's never perfect.