Life is short...eternally
Earth is small...the galaxy
spins and spins...creatively
we stand in awe

At midnight we're apart like seperate stars
at a loss for who we really are

Days are long...hourly
driving on...infinitely
to cross the finish line
in time to win it all

A prize that will eventually dissolve
overshadowed by souls more evolved

Another chapter's ended
yet who can comprehend it ?
we scanned through all the pages
we forgot what it meant
to read between the lines
in increments of time
our breath was a distraction
to rhythm and to rhyme

It's meaning simply will go undefined
interpret it however you may like