One day I’ll leave without a trace

This life is as familiar to me as my five fingers, Yet I still find the flaws that linger. When I think of the future for the next of kin, My soul withers... in various ways... I begin to spin. My soul withers... in various ways... My life drifts toward the western bay. There’s no time to turn or even glance, Many souls pass by, lost in the dance. Many don’t grasp the essence of this life, Has anyone truly reached their aimed strife? As I wander in this flurry and haste, One day I’ll leave without a trace. Though these words may not make sense to some, The blue sea won’t stir if no battles come. Rivers may overflow in the end, And pour into the sea, if you comprehend.