Circles

All things will come full circle. Why do we think that is?
The journey's never always smooth, not mine, not yours, not his.
The life we live is full of turns and unexpected choices
So choose your best and don't get stressed by all those other voices.
I purpose we say instead my friend life has a certain angle.
While some obtuse and some acute, a round life 'twill surely mangle.
A circle as a shape is fine, as a journey harmful thinking.
The road we walk is difficult, full of bends and kinking.
Rather than anticipate the shape that we will wander,
why not walk first  then look back to ponder.
All things will come full circle, to me it sounds bizzare
I prefer to break from the mould and shoot off to a far.
If all things come full circle we end where we begin.
We meet back at the start to run the race again.
The track is old and worn you see so look beyond the curve
there's more out there than whats ahead to these new woods let's swerve.