Dust of the earth rise
Stagnant you have lain
Steps awaken you
Not before your time
Earth is spinning as before
Days are meant for her
Us not so much
We are beneath all, beneath sky
Beneath what heaven would ask of us
Not beneath torment
That wanderer has not made her bed
We sleep in comfort we do not own
Fools live this way
We are fools
There is no remorse for us
Would knowledge of an ending change a beginning
God thought as much when he made the earth
Seven days, the end of all things
The in between is for us
We waste it more foolishly than he thought
It is wasted just the same
No matter how big the hands that hold us
We cling to fingers in hope we do not fall