Tired eyes and weathered skin,
each wrinkle tells stories of days never to be seen again.
How much does it matter when all fades, when all returns to dust?
Will they remember the beauty of your spirit, or only speak no further than the body you were in?
Blinded by the outside, never thinking of the soul within, keeps the brain asleep; never to ascend.
Is it shoes, is it money, is it the mask you wear that is the only thing of value? Is it temporary things that keep you going, or is it the truth that gets you through?
Your life is in the balance of this world you've been clinging to.
Time to let go and let the lies die, to live in eternal truth.
— The End —