Staring at the galaxies
Just inches above the waterline
We're grains of sand in the hourgla**
Just a tempest of time
Building temples in the blackest nothing
A place to call home
They are just castles in a constant war
Against being alone
But jaded, we continue to roam
Weave gold through history
Blurring the bloodlines
There is no architect
No path to the sky
We are just wayward sparks
That pa** each other by
Atwixt fingertips of creation
A pigment in the eye
"I've seen this parallel kaleidoscopes
And mysteries bring great men to their knees
Grow like labyrinths in their minds
As orbit guides them through their dreams
Surely as the plates beneath the earth will creak
The glaciers will drift
Grow old with them my child
Through heartache and harmony, just exist"