circles...

Counting days like leaves on a Cherry tree

Sweetness comes with set destiny

So I'll play my part out on a limb

The waters warm but all I do is skim

the surface meaning that holds the depth

each one is one less breath

So hold it all in, make this one count

It'll be another I'm forced to let out

 

Circular rhythm

born to perish

never ending

though we're born to bloom to die to nourish

We all get what we give

If you don't die you'll never live

 

Counting hours like grains of sand

time and time and time again

each time the numbers change

life is shorter losing range

So I can not see the clock

Got my own demise as a safety block

If I don't know then I can't fear

something that's already clear

 

Circular rhythm

born to perish

never ending

though we're born to bloom to die to nourish

We all get what we give

If you don't die then you'll never live

 

It's not that I want to die

But forever...

Well, that's a hell of a long time