Workshop: Circles

I walk in circles that never seem to end
It’s impossible to tell where I began.
Time passes and it seems impossible to stop.
The endless motions
Of someone who is constantly trying to escape.
The circle sometimes stretches and the space in front of me seems vast.
This is an illusion,
because all the while I am walking on a curve.
I try to escape.
Take a sharp left,
or maybe a right, turn backward.
But this is impossible.
I am chained here,
and there is no direction to go other than forward.
The circle sometimes shrinks.
It becomes even more restrictive,
the world seems to collapse on top of me.
I pass each point more than once,
Revisiting over and over the places I tried to escape,
and failed.
It’s not for lack of trying,
that I remain walking in circles that never seem to end.

Dear Abe,
I'm sorry that your self confidence is lacking. It's true that I have learned to accept my height, and even embrace it. Just think, if I weren't so tall, I wouldn't have my part-time job stacking books on the highest shelves in my local library.
Honestly Abe, you have nothing to worry about. First of all you did a great job as president. That emancipation proclamation thing, that was pretty sweet. Freeing slave, totally mint. Secondly you are a very attractive dude. Where did you get that top hat man? I want to get one for myself.
I guess that bottom line is you I should try to focus on all of the good things you have going for you. That how I get through my days. When I get down I just remember how ruggedly good looking I am, and it's all good.
Be Well and eat your Peas,
Jolly Green