I've always had the feeling that I need something. Something so important. And I'm always looking for it. But I don't know what it is. It's like when you know there was something you were going to do, but you can't remember, or when you feel so sad and don't know why. I have this undying longing and I can't fulfill it because I don't know what I want. Maybe everyone feels that way. And that's how this song came to me. Actually, I have a vague idea. I want to do something. To be someone. To contribute, to change the world, or better yet, save it. But there are so many ways a person could do that. And I have no idea which one I strive for. I'm on a quest for a quest.

Circles

Walking and waiting

Hoping and praying

Living and breathing

And always believing

In something, something more

What am I looking for?

I've been walking all my life

But how far have I come?

I'm still exactly where I started

Every day I run

But I'm still left brokenhearted

I can't find it anywhere

I know I never will

Without knowing

But I'll keep going

Walking and waiting

Hoping and praying

Living and breathing

And always believing

In something, something more

To know what I'm looking for

Running and trying

To stop all my crying

Weeping and bleeding

Wanting and needing

And end to the never-ending search

For my never-ending search

Like a dream within a dream

A dusty, empty street

With a million different paths to choose

And no way to know what I'll meet

At the end of any one

And I don't know what I

Ever hope to find

So all I can do

Is wander

Walking and waiting

Hoping and praying

Living and breathing

And always believing

In something, something more

To know what I'm looking for

Running and trying

To stop all my crying

Weeping and bleeding

Wanting and needing

And end to the never-ending search

For my never-ending search

I'll know it when I see it

But I haven't seen a thing

Emptiness surrounds me

What will the darkness bring?

I try to find a light

But how will it shine?

I just don't know

And so I spend my life

In circles

In circles

In circles

Walking and waiting

Hoping and praying

Living and breathing

And always believing

In something, something more

To know what I'm looking for

Running and trying

To stop all my crying

Weeping and bleeding

Wanting and needing

And end to the never-ending search

For my never-ending search

Dreaming of making

A way of escaping

The circle

Sometimes I think it'd be pretty cool to be a singer. I actually want to act (This song wasn't about my career. It was about my destiny. There's a big difference.) but after being an author, singing is my third choice. I have about enough songs for an album, more or less. I just need someone who can actually put them to music. I was bored in History one day and started designing an album cover (I'm so weird), which would not be named after me. I'd call it Circles, since it seems to fit the mood of all my stuff. It had a picture of me cut out from a photograph pasted onto another cutout of a circle. All my career choices involve fame. It's not that I want to be famous; I really don't care to be the center of attention. I just love doing these things and getting my thoughts out there.