Circles

Why do I feel like
I've been here before?
The panels on the walls,
the grains on the ceilings,
and even the strands in the carpet
all look the same.
I try to kid myself,
but my realistic mind
just won't fall for false optimism.
I cannot deny it.
I am at the same position again.
Should I laugh or cry?
That's all I have to choose from.
But why choose?
Somehow I'll be back
to this point again
once I leave for my life
seems to be going in circles
and I can only pray
that this spinning will stop.