Shrinking Circle

Our circle is getting smaller
Our focus is reaching a point
One by one the abberations
We are eliminating from our joint

Some dots are lost due to distance
Some slowly just fade away
Some erupt due to differences
From some we prefer to stay away

Some claim we have a disorder
Some claim we are getting old
All because we made it clear,
They don't belong in our fold

When these points become spots
and refuse to align to our curve
We realise that we are perfect
In this otherwise imperfect world
°°°°°°°°°Jibrael Jos