Left of the circle, my muscle sticks
held me up.
Distress escaped my breaths.
Darkness shaded my aura.

Now exhaling distress flew.
I wanted it back but it whispered,
"If I go. I am going."

Thanks! Universal Law
it came back.
Pushing me still.
With a whack!

What goes,comes back.
From where it had started.

Maybe it's true!

Aim to prove it wrong:-

Traveled to North
with heartily mocks.

I had escaped the grey cage
and placidly swirled in
rhythms and rainbows.

"Algeria," escaped my breath.

Muscle sticks held me up
with a hope.
I wanted the Laws to
Stop.

Then it whispered with a smirk,
"If I go, I am going."

Calendar rushed and
I was gifted what I had given.

"What goes,come back.
From where it had started."