We all crawl in one big circle
With color-coated hands
We paint our paths
In our process of slowly inching forward
We encounter the open hands of strangers
Their shadows eclipse the lines that we make
They’ve come to add
Shades we don't have
The shape that I make fades into a face that I've seen
A cycle starts inside this heart and drains out in front of me
It’s connecting, affecting to create
A weakened spot for these walls to break
A light to animate this room
Like attaching faces in a waning moon
Now I sit in this familiar form
Surrounded by what I should have known
The most important thing
Is what I let inside this shape
Time is running out to fill the empty space
The hands on the clock will not reach for me
The size of this life is measured by
The spectrum of colors within these lines
And those lines won't lead to an ending
They'll continue long after our vessels empty
Our hands will connect and mold us together
We'll paint a line that continues forever
Cycles are links in a chain
Binding all our pain
And helping us find a way
Carve a circle on my grave
Erase my only shades of gray
A canvas you helped me create
A cycle that does not end with me
A circle begins in the heart of this one. The heart of this one
A circle completes through the eyes of the ones we'll stare into forever