It is a race. No regards for the young.
What once towered has finally fallen.
A hard life.
Couldn't you see
The empty knowledge was too loud to hear my voice ring.  
    But that of which makes you “human” was freed
Still remained the choice of up or down.
Is there, was there ever a difference?
Gazing behind those two windows.
Always searching.
For things that have no meaning.
The same mind thats knows no control
Says fast isn't enough
Not all time is lost for clarity
What was seen the most is how quick all is gone
The memories still remain and goes on