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
and none of it did
I wonder if it was all worth it?