The circle
The perfect ending to the start
The jump, ascendance
Dashing ray of colored light
Shivering and sweeping
Skinny, fragile state
Of seeing light from a bottom of the pit
Enough for seeing through the fog
A motion of a brave new world
Yarn of elevated thoughts
Smuggled by deceiving cloud
Fossils of the past
We're buried to be found
By you, right now
Digging through the mud
Boiling skin on faces
We are sinking with a boat
Hostile waters give no mercy.