(unfinished) Not sure what to call it.

Ive travled through space and time.  Opened my mind, and tasted the wine.  Loved and lost then completed the circle again.  Steel ran through my fingers like grains of sand.  But what I failed to realise, was that I was not wise, and my journey would not come to an end.  However....the circle would begin, to come to an end.  Time after time, ive been taunted.  Taunted. Not wanted. Not needed. Not vaunted. The circle will taunt you untill you come to terms with yourself.  Good friend Zen has then come to your aid, and saved the day.  With devoted love and passion, you will get paid.  I am now wanted.  Not taunted, but needed and vaunted.  I have found my angel and heard the etude. I Left the circle.  Its remains lay bestrewed.  Bestrewed across the path I have left behind.