Circles & Deja'vu

Hit the back wall again
around & around
like sand in the hour glass
our lives revolved around each other.
like the fan belt in the car in the yard
rumbling
grumbling
till it stopped.
& no matter how many times the car was restarted
it always seemed the same.
was it the car or the driver..
but its deja'vu everytime
like you drove ya car in reverse.
the circles keep turning
cuz nothing adds up just rotates
one slap
left cheek
right cheek
cheeks red & sore from the liquid emotions
rolling and convulsing down ya face.
fight or flight is on automatic always ready to run from things that seem like pain
& into the car again...
circles & deja'vu