ive burned my eyes a thousand times
my tears are hot, my skin is dry
the rigid lines upon my face
are filling up with empty space
and i don't even try to hide
im past the point of asking why
ive known it all along you see
the cause of my despondency
to be aware is not enough
you mustn't only call your bluff
im holding on to something true
my faith establishing its root
a thousand one is coming on
and likely thinks that it has won**
but what is time against the tree
and layers of eternity?