Melodies seem to drift away
But the meanings will always stay.
Like a bird finding its wings,
The uses of our knowledge is infinite,
But the time we have is finite.
To finish what the world has started,
We cannot act alone,
But as two or three.
Maybe even seven or eight.
The world is round,
But our life is not.
The cycle can be broken,
Just unhook the chain a little bit.
Round is a shape,
But life takes shape
In many different
Ways.