What looks like a straight line,

Can bend without notice.

Until the path forward,

Betrays what fate showed us.

The life you expected,

Was really your family’s past.

And now that you’re grown,

You know the truth at last.

The circle is complete,

Now that you’re broken.

And your connection to everyone,

Are words that remain unspoken.

Now leave this chair of circles and wood,

And go live the life you know you should. 

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