Shortly, all of this will pass away
The smiles
The tears
The laughter
The desire
The distance
And the overwhelming loneliness.
Splitting echos will come apart and fall away into a peace;
In pieces of a shattered hour glass
We move like the hands on a broken clock
Sweeping sands forever futher away
Running on in this dissaray
Empty hands pulsate in obstructed synchrony.
Laboured misery,
We're in such good company
Even so, we must be moving on
And we'll settle and we'll rest and we'll wake
Newborn.
Shortly, all of this will pass away.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Shortly, all of this will pass away
The smiles
The tears
The laughter
The desire
The distance
And the overwhelming loneliness.
Splitting echos will come apart and fall away into a peace;
In pieces of a shattered hour glass
We move like the hands on a broken clock
Sweeping sands forever futher away
Running on in this dissaray
Empty hands pulsate in obstructed synchrony.
Laboured misery,
We're in such good company
Even so, we must be moving on
And we'll settle and we'll rest and we'll wake
Newborn.
Shortly, all of this will pass away.
