Eyes diverted, full of energy to fulfill the billboard that line the road of life
False wishes like the bottom of the drawer, unspoken truths widening the acceptable gaps of instinct
Finding valuable intel, spies have infiltrated the keep, residing between the walls as whispers and conjecture
Oblivious to signs of unrest, smoke filling the rooms, but no fire
Reaching for the stars but only grasping at straws, hanging on to dreams long since forgotten, hanging on two dreams I sense are forgotten
Trying to not try, things are only invisible when nobody is looking
There reside degrees of separation, percentages of nothing that became shades of gray.
Outside, the ghost of a memory haunts and stifles the attempts to side step the truth
Leery as a result of experience, there is not supposed to be any room, nothing ever to be created
Originally nothing that became something, emptiness was found
Venerating a nature that was always temporary, the paradox of existence was never to be questioned
Ever the cynic, ever the curious, this is for Ever.