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If only for a second

Iterations stop

If only it would happen

The war against the clock

An endless quest for meaning

In the ever-asking why

As circles in a square

Misaligned

Beyond repair

From surface to air

We lift away

As whole again

A force to be reckoned with

An orbit we could swap

Patterns full of deficit

And shapes that never lock

And the cycle keeps repeating

Until the day we stopped to try

As circles in a square

Misaligned

Beyond repair

From surface to air

We lift away

As whole again