We all walk on a path of singularity,
for when our first steps are made
with ours not there's or those others.

Every footstep has a consequence,
Every breath has an exit to move on,
Every path is one we tread upon.

Others may walk hand in hand,
there's brushing delicately on ours.
Woven but others never stepping on.

We walk on a path of singularity,
For when our last steps are made
we are surrounded by others paths.