Echoes of perfectionist in the silent ruins of tomorrow.
Trapped by a slow rhythmic decay towards confusion.
Do you feel your demise in such a breeze.
Can you brace your mental strength as you fall to your knees.
How can we know a path when we destroy it by the day.
Lost in who we are as we mangle through a life that does not play along.
Headlong into the wind is not impossible, and it may even blow with you in time.