The more that I look around the more I see there is no up or down,
A smile or frown the same thing depends on how you're feeling now,
Like a wave and its brilliant arc crashing down while the other side a rising spark,
Or how the silence of night is penetrated by the resilience of the light,
Or is it the other way around?
A perfect circle with no end also has no point of origin,
Where do we begin, are we lost in sin or possibly forgiven from the evil depths within,
We sink in stride and strive to rise from this abyss that we are in,
Thought of void lost in dull white noise I could not place the choice.