The last of something
Is the start of something else
Life a circle
Even if you're a square
Things happen
They don't happen
They also happen
Life is a circle
Filled with hurdles
Round and round we go
Where we'll stop, nobody knows
A circle
A vulture
A circling vulture
He has to eat
So take a seat
It's the circle of life
Under the universal knife
Everything must die
Yes, that is not negative
Nor is it dark
Every beating of a heart
It has to stop
But when one stops
Another starts
Because life in never ending
This life isn't bought, it's lending
I take my breath's leave my mark
Pass down the beating of my heart
To a kid
After I'm dead
Me beats live on
In the life of song
Without my beats
We'd never has his
Friday, December 15, 2017
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