To the Circularity of Existence
The wheel turns as life forms and breaks. Beings are plentiful and scarce, all in your warm and cold embrace. Your secrets dwell in dark and light, to unravel them we would explore every part of what you are, yet find new secrets, all of which are forever changing. Worlds as strange as you allow, and as barren as you command. We go, where you demand. We who live underneath your shadow, in your light. We who slave, we who rule, all equal to your law. By decree you are a multitude, but finite, yet endlessly turning, reshaping, restructuring. You are searching for perfection and imperfection. You create and you destroy. Ever changing, you lead. Forever, we follow. The chase continues throughout time. The questions remain the same. Who are you? And what do you want?
The wheel turns as life forms and breaks. Beings are plentiful and scarce, all in your warm and cold embrace. Your secrets dwell in dark and light, to unravel them we would explore every part of what you are, yet find new secrets, all of which are forever changing. Worlds as strange as you allow, and as barren as you command. We go, where you demand. We who live underneath your shadow, in your light. We who slave, we who rule, all equal to your law. By decree you are a multitude, but finite, yet endlessly turning, reshaping, restructuring. You are searching for perfection and imperfection. You create and you destroy. Ever changing, you lead. Forever, we follow. The chase continues throughout time. The questions remain the same. Who are you? And what do you want?
