The Means To the End

Whats real becomes fake, and fake is forever, we try not to break, but never say never. What we take for granted, turns to ash in our hands, the seed that was planted, is the means to the end. Let the end begin, lets start the decline, the outside has creeped in, and we've blurred the line. And love once received, can always remain, but we need to believe, oh ugly faith!