Souls swirling up to the chimney
Carried up on the smoke of time / Never to return
Where before there was music now there is silence
Will there ever be music again?
The dance goes on
The birth dance goes to the death dance
Moments of fear and doubt and self hatred
Losing the rhythm
Seeing the fabrication of light
Others have magic
In my hands a void
All my energy / And nothing
In my hands / Nothing
Moments of fear and doubt and self hatred
And then nothing out of something
The freezing of potential
Squandered potential
In the desert
Moments of fear and self doubt and hatred
Why was life not easier than this?
Existence a chore
Brain never stops chattering
Time flitting by
An old oak in a field of ready to bloom flowers
Do I guide them? Do I warn them?
Or do I seek to hide / Lest I hurt them
All my intellectual fury ultimately meaningless
A patch of darkness in the sky
Could I have lived my life wrong? / Yes
Could I have lived my life wrong? / Yes
Infinite pushing down on my shoulders
I plant the seed and I disappear
Could I have planted a better seed? / Yes
Could I have chosen a better place? / Yes
Could I have nurtured the seed better / Yes
I am in the fading period
The act of life a fading period
I will disappear
I can choose to believe the seed has purpose
And it will not make it have purpose
I can choose to believe the seed has purpose
It will not give it purpose
It is not in my destiny to know what will grow from what I have planted
All I can do is plant as best I can
As I am weak
As I am flawed
As I am scared
All I can do is plant as best I can