If you move it all ends; If you move it all begins. The growth of me is it or The end of eternity in you? So now the wait begins for a new dawn, or the dawn of a sunset. As the nitebreeze blows no one knows the answer. Will the infinite circle find its end on my finger? Perhaps infinity is simpler that the human equation... and shorter than we thought. So dies the circle, then, should we end? Or shall the cycle, then, begin again?