Drawing circles

I don't know why I'm standing in this place

Maybe I'm trying to see that face

With my eyes closed I wonder now

If I'm by myself, I don't know how

But maybe I just need to be

by myself again.

By myself, free.

I just can't see an explanation

for this damn lack of sensation

But I'm alone, this is my way

Drawing my own road, so I can be away

From everything, from everywhere

No, I can't be found, I'm not here, I'm not there.

Writing poetry on the walls, I see

Even If I know I don't want to be

part of it,

a word of the beginning

a period in the end and yet

I'm still a thing apart in the middle

Maybe, thoughts of a confusing riddle

Just me, disappearing in air

Criticism, despair.

But for some of you

Maybe I'm just a déjà vu.