We walk a line.
Sometimes it feels like a straight line.
Sometimes it feels like we’re walking in circles.
Retracing steps, going backwards,
searching for the right signs,
we walk a line.

We take it slow, we try to run,
but there is no jumping forward,
no skipping steps,
thought we might sleep through a few,
if we’re not ready.

There is a clear beginning
and a clear end.
First – not by choice,
second – unavoidable either way.

But what if, the line we walk
is really a circle,
and death is not the end,
but a new beginning?