I tread this path back and forth through time; step in footprints that were once and always mine; inhale the air, that\'s filled my lungs before; and see the faces; I\'ll see again once more.
And hear these voices; whispering in my ear; warning me of time; of love and death and fear.
I try to gain purchase; on this circular reality; hanging on for dear life; as existence tries to shatter me. Nervously gripping the handrails, rusty with my sweat; always going back to the time that we first met.
From one to twelve; then one to twelve again; all this time is cyclical; from beginning to the end.