And as our story comes to it’s inevitable end

I reflect on events lived forgotten and dreamt.

Carried by gold wings in the shadow of a legacy,

I’m left wondering what I’ll be with out a memory

An infants lost innocence, a needle in a haystack.

A wink to deaths immanence takes a lifetime to make back.

Skin-bound and ignorant, when everything was fine,

waiting and regretting, that was my time

Sympathy for the dead and empathy for the inanimate.

A pantheist poster boy or a rotting animal.

And man can not live by bread alone,

as a lamb is not made by flesh and bone

At the mercy of a reptiles grin,

I couldn’t help but find comfort in sin

Everything happened,

and none of it did

I wonder if it was all worth it?