A knot of truth hangs over me,
 more a promise that all things 
      come together.

Were a straight line that if 
    you take enough steps 
leads to an amphitheatre of 
 
                         echoes 

reverberating around and around 
         resonating with this truth 

that all things have a balance.

We start, end, doesn't matter if we 
                   stand still of reach for the

heavens..

 Eventually we'll just swing silently 
                like a extinguished light bulb

hanging dead in the abyss.