The world is round
Until we walk right off the edge
Our lives are poised
Forever teetering on a ledge
Endless circles
Round and round
Until it stops
Without a sound
The world is round
A perfect, spinning, sparkling sphere
Our lives are strung
Stitched up with love and glued with fear
Unravelling
Start to end
We fall apart
We lose a friend
The world is round
But it may just as well be flat
Our lives are linked
Forever breaching this and that
No matter what
We reap behind
What counts is how
We sowed our time
— Wayne Visser