Falling asleep, parked in the sun,
Listening to a heart full of wine.
I'm listening now with my heart and with my wine;
I drift along the basking rays.
Wondering how to keep these promises
Now that I am minutes older;
A moment ago I was minutes younger,
Making promises I couldn't keep.

This is how I am now;
Thinking in circles,
Being repetitive has never seemed so relevant.
Except for the fact that
I am thinking in circles.

Which is repetitive,
And completely tiresome.