Traverse this corner, pulled by the bend
Find ourselves clinging. Find ourselves shaken and hesitant
We see our size. We see our place
Glued to the souls that sustain us
We see our shape. We see our speed
Fixed on this gear as it grinds, digging a path over time
Forward we are falling. Spinning, twisting, writhing
Far off forces calling us closer, closer, closer
Far off voices calling us, closer to forever
As we begin to allow, leaving questions behind
Aware and enlivened with our existence
And yet we're still spinning, twisting, writhing
Inside we stretch our spirits, out of touch we plug our ears
With each convulsion against this glow, it slowly brightens
Not to spite us, but to bring us to terms with the reality
That we must pull ourselves
It's only a matter of time we don't have
A question of spending life we won't get back
We're plunging anyways, we might as well go headfirst
Instead of wasting eons defining who we serve