An Imploding

As I lie here, 'mongst these empty teardrops Of causality I fear that fate draws ever near In this reality But in this sunset In this dawn The hope of all regret is past In this ash we sculpt as song We think something must finally last How can we profess to see The ways we lose our sight We, the wanderers, the free Who think that in the night betwixt beginning and its end Is all temporal reverberation wending its way In, of, and by a fray of darkness Choose between true choice and fate For either way, your choice is fake Blind lead blind; when sightless see Reality's to blame for seeking more than what it hopes to be Why can't I seem to see these days When darkness spans the way between myself and something else I can't quite be I'll stay Where hope envelops all I am Potential fills all hollow men And sand falls down between small shapes of glass Time passes by And life is no more a becoming Dust to dust And ash to ash But an overcoming Star to star As they fall Countless Farther Down From endless skies