The morning sun

Sometimes we make mistakes, sometimes we slip up. I write letters that I will never send because they say exactly what I am thinking and how I feel. I have always been better at writing things down than just talking about them. My innermost feelings and desires scribbled across papers that no one will ever read because I am afraid. Sometimes someone writes a song that comes close to describing how I feel. Today this would be it:

Simply because we can't all be in the center of the circle.