Perhaps It Was Meant to Be This Way

By Avni Nawani

How desperate are we humans to feel something?

Afraid of blood running dry,

Taking any feeling over numbness, emptiness,

We keep on running, from something, maybe for something,

But our world is round, the running won’t ever stop,

It will repeat itself over and over, 

To make sense of everything that we feel or wish to feel.

Perhaps it was meant to be this way,

For our round world has no beginning or end,

Humans weren’t supposed to know the start or the end anyway,

Stuck in our own loop of endless emotions,

That we didn’t know began where and will end where,

To look outside the endless circle is harder than thinking outside the square anyway,

Perhaps it was meant to be this way. 

Why are humans made this way?

You’d suppose, every person would wish to be happy,

But some miss the sad, when they’re happy,

We tend to look for things we don’t have,

I suppose that’s why we were trapped in a circle, told a square,

What is the world if not round, was told that what goes around comes around,

Perhaps it was meant to be this way, for us to run round and round the circle anyway.

By Avni Nawani