Spool

Circles in my head

and I've on afternoon to turn them square...

or I'll be marooned.

I'm lost in thought,

what if I never stop?

Will my other feelings just go to waste?

I still think on my

while my thoughts caress an idea of a new.

Circles in my head

twirling thicker on a spool,

I've to turn them to square

before I've another reason to be called "fool".