The Neverending Bell Tolls

From the Earth we are risen / clawing our way out from the rubble / much of this process is gruesomely explored / much of this process is wholesomely retold / then when you have grown from the dirt ever so slightly / you may ask / who sits in the picture frame atop the mantel / you may be returned with a wistful or nostalgic smile / and told that one day you will do the same / day by day / you can hear a distant chime / you may ask who might be causing all this ruckus / you may be told that it's the beautiful sound of great beginnings / from the building of neverendings / by the time you can ask your third question / all the arms of clockwork have spun around endlessly / you will soon realize there is now no one left to ask / maybe you know the answer by now / and have retreated to the ground once again.