Noah

In the Process of Dying

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