Life always seemed like a line.
I thought I was moving forward when I was really moving ’round
in this circle that they call life.
He used to tie your shoes, and now you tie his.
The man who once became old
became like a child again.
The dog who never liked to be held
now sits on your lap letting you cradle him,
and you start to fear your parents becoming like children,
because it means you have to become old, too.
We come to go
and go to come
to live in this circle
that moves so endlessly.