Rectangular things lie in the face of cornered children.
At every angle they produce a point.
A tear.
Fear.
Triangular things clipity clop down roads that often trip people not that often.
They stab the knee with every joint.
But, merely.
Really.
Lines with two points on the end make no shape unless you have more than one or force it to bend and then cause it pain, so it might snap.
It would then plan it's revenge and get right down to business.
To the point.
Circular things will go on forever, blend you into an endless vortex of nothing.
Unless in the story it leaves a gap.
Then the story is actually less.
Hopeless, Endless
Dreams.