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[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Another Trip Around

a year back home again

What was I when I paid to be a slave
For the clever and bought their forever
When it was not what they thought but never?
Bought then and paid for by what a slave gave
Or what was taken by the mistaken
What I was then I would not be again

When I went because I was sent away
Whatever I was for what could not be
Where in their blindness there they were intent
Squaring the circle to mean what they meant
And where I went there I could never stay
I never could say forever their way

So who I am now is one who went free
With nothing to lose as an escapee
Though having seen their worst to be my best
Having been yesterday between today
And tomorrow my sorrow sent away
If only out of curiosity

Now when I see how my betters were worse
Mistakenly taking what was taken
Then misunderstanding the universe
Making that mistake of the mistaken
Squaring the circle not being here now
Rejecting love for fear not now nor here

How I am happy here actually
When now is how then never mind the rest
But as for why that is what no one knows
The answer the question would rather not
Remember or what I thought I forgot
Here now nor none but one for all somehow

Returning I turn to live and to die
Though why no one knows who survives who grows
Who asks the question who answers the test
Who arrives first because already there
When being here now then was everywhere
Being the answer here now seeing why

Waking a dream a slave was dreaming of
Finding one I lost losing all I found
Forever is a circle none could square
Never mistaken nor ever taken
Giving the slip here to fear living love
A circle now another trip around

+Steven Curtis Lance



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