in the future we will... I promise
seeking control in chaotic times
close we hold the hardest parts
denying the wind rides endless
that rumors ride Amongst night
her breath, leaving pleasantness
scenes so genuine in their fictions
fighting whispers as the hunt and haunt
alarming the quickness ones name
rhythm and random design, brilliant
blame consumes and never plays fair
so much for champions and ever after
daybreak of one's life is bitter and unfair
to learn that you're hardly ever right
only a price that is layered, leaning
combining to the pile around it all
madmen urge us to repent before we fall
smaller and smaller we begin to feel
as indeed we are, little less than nothing
time collects all, and everything else forgets