Lost sentiments
Just memories
Of every word misspoken
Swept away by the seasons
And I’m still running
From where it all began
For everything I’ve taken
And everything I have
I can’t go back
Without you
Without you…
This river runs in circles
An endless stream of moments
Where you and I are bound in timelines
So tired and torn by the restless tempest
The path that we have chosen
Will always lead us home
This emptiness
Just a consequence
Of every dream dismantled
Washed away by time
And I’m still fighting
The bliss in letting go
Of everything I came for
And everything I know
I can’t go back
Without you
I can’t go back
(I can’t face it on my own)
Without you…
(I have to find my way back home)
“I was first struck by the absence of time, having depended on it so completely as a measure of myself and my life. Moving backwards into the perpetual night that consumes purpose and deed, all passion and will. I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead not to beckon you but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you… and the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne. There is truth here, old friend, if that’s all you seek but there’s no justice or judgment without which truth is a vast, dead hollow. Go back. Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you. Awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without.”
This river runs in circles
An endless stream of moments
Where you and I are bound in timelines
So tired and torn by the restless tempest
The path that we have chosen
Will always lead us home