boy and girl, man and women, grown up through the walkways placed in their lives, all given life. Long last goodbye, whispered through the night, as sweet dreams roam through the night. First word, oh the joy it brings to man and wife. Tree spreading roots of ancestry, growing bigger which each passing generation. Through the eternal wonderment of life and death, tick tock the clock that passes faster and faster. what was once slow is now fast, future compared to past. Legacy and pride mixed with shame and distraught. What may seem forever is only a speck to what forever truly is, forever and ever time is lost within. No rhythm to generate movement, and movement is how one gets places. all and all again, a circle we form over and over, till we topple over.