Time is peeling back our layers
Age will yield softer versions of ourselves
Dive deep into the self
There is nothing there

Beg the wanderers for freedom
As if we could not hold our own
Bare your teeth to the silver dollar moon
No one is coming now

Not the wolves I see in my dreams
Not the shadow man clothed in leather
Not the rally I prayed
Not the soldiers I spilt blood for

Age will yield a softer version
Of my own person
Fight, tooth and nail for a bitter end
These are still waters

Dive deep into the self
There is nothing there
No God, no colors, no sound
It is the cold flame of humanity
Only consciousness persists