A Collection of Endings and Origins

The beauty that lies
In chasing a dream
Is not salvageable
When its end is not what it seemed

Here, the aftermath
Of my tragic path
Only now do I understand
How hubris had corrupted my head

I chose to ignore
To see nothing more
Than that vain, delusional dream
My claim to fame as a self-proclaimed king

Cycles of longing and grief
Of surging hopes and broken dreams
Fate is truly nothing but
A collection of endings and origins

As I look around
Hoping to be found
I see dozens of creatures like me
Surfacing from other colonies

I had deceived myself
I wasn't above the rest
I was not chosen, I was just a farce
Just another SOLDIER in the MARCH

The air up here is too strong
Too fierce to tame
I feel like I'm going to be split in half
Head moves too fast
I don't feel well
All's just too massive to fathom

Cycles of longing and grief
Of surging hopes and broken dreams
Fate is truly nothing but
A collection of endings and origins

I can't be here any longer
I must run back
The tunnel's breach is still open
I crash, tumbling down
Break all my limbs
Back in the vale I lay, mangled

Lying here alone
Paralyzed and cold
At the frozen core
Can't move anymore

That totem I'd seen
Vanished, it would seem
Sunken below ground
Left its place for me

Somehow, I knew straight away
I just chose not to believe
That the statue was the corpse of an ANT
One that had attempted the same as me

Here is this journey's last stop
I'll soon turn into a corpse
I'm now the ending and the origin
The one to greet the next self-proclaimed king