People say that life is cyclical,
Day fades into night,
Then the sun rises again.
I think as life more like a chain.

Life is a chain of events,
Connected at one small point
Leading onto the next.
I think as life more like a chain.

Chains cannot be broken,
And therefore cannot be fixed.
Lives are not broken,
Merely tarnished or damaged.

Chains, like our lives,
Can be golden and expensive,
All are priceless, hold value,
But connect in a circle.

Our lives are like chains,
Each link merged to the next,
Some are imperfect or injured,
But all served a purpose once.