I looked to the west and saw, A thousand setting suns.
Is it safe now to crawl across? A thin strand of memories remains. Thinly veiled in golden fog and dreams of dust. It resonates within the cold refrain.
I thought I would be free from this. A Cheshire smile, And voices from within, they cry out..
Come seeker, try as you might. The image is not getting any clearer. This wastelands promise you've held yourself too, Collapses, As freedom and reason shine through.
Standing here at the apex of all these selfish thoughts, Trying to remember, just what it is I had once sought. The ideas there, just a little more and I'll follow through. In desperate flight, for a life once dreamt, To start anew.
Oh, time. With open arms we find, Worlds inside, Never spoke, Undefined.
Can't you see this line that you've drawn, Stands to be defined? Trying so hard, to not let it fall apart. Through every routine, every motion,. Forced march from boredom, kick started with uppers. So why bother? Have you not seen the programs? No one cares but to have a number, a lover. Show them we've got what they want, Relevance. Hypocrites…feigning aspirations.-
So I've been told, but you know? I think I have grown, For the loves and laughs I'd had those days, In my soul, they'll stay.
We are all what we are. And need to be, free from ennui. For the love of love, we all must grow. And let it go. Let it go.
-And so comes a close to the beginnings of our wanderers journey,, Far from home he stands at the edge of all he's known, And for it all nothing can yet be shown. Time moves ever on, indifferent to our wants and needs, With ease we collapse reduced to mere memories. Memento mori, Just another tale in this fools story.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
