A Final Vestige
our dreams are ephemeral
an elusive blur
defenseless without devotion
compromised by indifference
adrift and asleep
unconscious to transgression
the noise of the world
the thief of what once defined
oceans of distractions
run rings round our eyes
awake enough to realize
we're tethered to the world
adrift and asleep
unconscious to transgression
the noise of the world
the thief of what once defined us
