If You Are Born A Circle... You Will Never Be Square

**IF YOU’RE BORN A CIRCLE… YOU’LL NEVER BE SQUARE**
by Silvio Vinci

They handed me a ruler,
Said, “Boy, you’re out of line.”
I watched the river turning—
It never read the signs.

They measured out a future
And told me where to stand.
I folded up their paper
And let it leave my hand.

If you’re born a circle,
You’ll never be square.
They can draw their little boxes—
You don’t have to fit in there.

I used to hold my tongue
To keep the evening sweet.
I nodded at the right time,
Kept step with other feet.

Now I can change direction
Without a word from you.
I’ve picked up dents and scratches,
But I still roll on through.

If you’re born a circle,
You’ll never be square.
They can draw their little boxes—
You don’t have to fit in there.

If you’re born a circle,
You’ll never be square.
Let them draw their little boxes—
I was never staying there.

Round and round…
Still going somewhere.

Round and round…
Never square.