I am seeing everything, and I am made of dust,
My memories are fading like rust.
My hands shed from my skin to the sides of my eyes.I try to stop myself from slipping.
But I can’t.

We’re still falling, and we’re all spinning,
Together like a marble in the dark,
Finding comfort in the emptiness between our hearts.

Some of us are gods, crafting life on this earth,
All breeding as easily as we breathe.
Breathing like newborns.
How many breaths in a lifetime?
Each one a moment floating away.

Some believe books hold boundless answers,
But now we face more questions
Than our ancestors could ever answer.

So through the chaos and confusion,
We must seek true connection.
And though some answers elude us,
We must keep moving forward.