Recirculation

My hands are not the holding points
Nor heart-strings does it clasp
but somewhere deep in every joint
is where I feel the grasp

Ever forging newer paths
it trickles around inside me
it's absence would not cause my death
but simply leave these new paths empty

Empty paths create a void
both for clarity and regret
and thus the void must be refilled
in order to forget

It is a void of body and soul
of mind and spirit too
and though it does not contain them all
it is refilled by you

By forging ever newer paths
it's a beginning and not an end
for love is trickling into the void
which proves your true worth, my friend

ily, 1998