waiting as the world turns
phases, shifts and circles
to just stay the same
no one here can help me
thanks, i know you want to...
it's really ok
things i still remember
quiet nights and summers
in hope and disdain
watches under starlight
you were consolation
and I was the same...

I know there's no going back to this
but it will stay in my reverence as everything fades
i gather strength from my hopelessness
but still can't seem to let go of it
I'm slipping away
sometimes I want to be rid of it
like snap your fingers get out of it
but you're still awake...

what matters is what youmake of it
all histories and all documents
crumbling statues and monuments
all poets, leaders and architects
inversed and profaned
accept that nothing is permanent
life is inherantly purposeless
it's beautiful and it's merciless...
to suffer is fate...
and I could utter a billion names
continue living a million days
'would still be the same
endless processions of births and graves
pretty flowers and rainy days
the waiting hours of dragging age...
a warm cup of tea
play some music to ease my mind...
cut the lights or just close my eyes and go back to sleep.