Youth hasn't fled, it’s just passed down
As the weight of the world pushes on us, shrinking our discs
And the sound of crashing, crushing waves washing over
Stones rounded by millions of years
From the seabed, from the tilted pool bottom
Staring up at the world passing by, murkily

Are they talking to me? Talking about us?
Though I strain and strain to believe
I just can’t tell, it’s too far to see
Waking with a start, cold ichorous blood
Chilled to the bone, seeing vermilion

That first desperate breath filling the lungs
With iron laden tongue
Sanguine tasting mouth
I've read that we are motivated to live to find out what happens
How does the story end?