The dawn is the opening of our eyes
Soaking up the glistening sun rays
Walking over the soil laid for our feet
Falling through time
Minding our own in a haze of daylight
Closing in behind our new beginning
The wrong words hit the pavement
Bleeding out in the dusk
Through the cracks in our mind
Falling asleep with a nightlight
Holding those moments close
Climbing in this maze called life
This is the process of our strife
Leaning towards fear for a fright
Bringing on that new experience
To hold close
In the light of the arms of existence
So cheers to our process of dying