Theta

Again I dreamt a dream
Quiet as a whisper that echoed and shook the sea
The great and mighty Terra Firma
Brought asunder by static hands
As we tiptoe around our event horizon
The cries for help are outweighed
By laments of unrequited love
Staring oblivion in the face
Bleating hearts scream of their disconsolate status
What will become of us
When truth escapes singularity
And all comes to light?
When all is revealed
Our legacy of squandered time
What reward awaits
As we devalue that which can never be retrieved?
What will become of us?
Do palms read hold the weight of anchors?
Just as the world, the blind eye continues to turn
And the void is staring back
Reason has lost its voice
And they have lost the will to hear
So we shall speak a language that they understand



Credits
Writer(s): The Lucid Archetype
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