Boxes and circles that fit

Inside these boxes are circles that fit
Inside these boxes are circles that fit
The circles that fit in these boxes would be
The circles that fit in these boxes would be
A reason to make freedom conform at least,
A totem, a harem as feast for the beast.

For all we annul, we will wait to begin
For all we annul, we will wait to begin
The path we rejected, the road we denied
The path we rejected, the road we denied
With width so narrow we all could follow
Into a depth with a hand so hollow

Boxes are circles with unequal status
Boxes are circles with unequal status
A semblance of love, a shoulder the same
A semblance of love, a shoulder the same
How fit is unfit in gossips we ignore
In rounds of squares we check to score.

But that is enough! Stand here in the middle!
Seek for the box, the acoustic fiddle
Play away in circles and say
A box is our circle today.
Round, square, the image we see
Won’t be exactly what it will be, but why we agree.

Leonell