As the sands of life's hour glass trickle towards and end that in it's passing creates a beginning mirroring an existence of deception
I will not lay composed sheltered from reality in submissive expectation of the end
A victim of a vicious cycle, tired souls weaken as they seek to avoid inevitablity
They too will end for each life is a passing grain amidst the sands of time
No escape
No compromise
I removed the veil, embraced reality, though so many lay composed as souls in cages
How I walk amongst these frail shells that trace their lives as smoke from candles
They mask the fear only
The glass secures the fate of all existence
Its sands calculate the demise of civilizations old and new
As the sands pull toward it's collapsing center our lives stand solved
Victims of a vicious cycle
Only time is infinite
Embrace life till death extinction
Regress formulate anew
The dawn of an existence elapsing to an end amongst the waning sands
Only to perish and resurrect again
In this question are we truly chess p***s in a game of unmerciful beings
Or victims of a vicious cycle?
I stand amidst the sands of time
Parallel to a universe of constant change
Each grain conceived through death
Born in motion to attain wisdom beyond the confines of conscious thought
Is all that is imagined real?
Is all that seems real imagined?
As the sands of life's hour glass trickle towards and end that in it's passing creates a beginning mirroring an existence of deception
I will not lay composed sheltered from reality
I will not lay composed sheltered from reality in submissive expectation of the end
A victim of a vicious cycle, tired souls weaken as they seek to avoid inevitablity
They too will end for each life is a passing grain amidst the sands of time
No escape
No compromise
I removed the veil, embraced reality, though so many lay composed as souls in cages
How I walk amongst these frail shells that trace their lives as smoke from candles
They mask the fear only
The glass secures the fate of all existence
Its sands calculate the demise of civilizations old and new
As the sands pull toward it's collapsing center our lives stand solved
Victims of a vicious cycle
Only time is infinite
Embrace life till death extinction
Regress formulate anew
The dawn of an existence elapsing to an end amongst the waning sands
Only to perish and resurrect again
In this question are we truly chess p***s in a game of unmerciful beings
Or victims of a vicious cycle?
I stand amidst the sands of time
Parallel to a universe of constant change
Each grain conceived through death
Born in motion to attain wisdom beyond the confines of conscious thought
Is all that is imagined real?
Is all that seems real imagined?
As the sands of life's hour glass trickle towards and end that in it's passing creates a beginning mirroring an existence of deception
I will not lay composed sheltered from reality