Under the stars and beneath the sun, in this indefinite realm Being is beyond understanding, life-like yet just a dream There are whispers from the other side, calling for a path to reason But the desire of a lesser kind holds strong in a world of treason It is only when the darkest hour approaches that our true nature is exposed So the voice of reason remains but a whisper in the dark Everything that begins ends with the last of the two Until they anew will rise from the ruin of that single spark The one which is no more and that never was For under the stars and beneath the sun, there is really nothing at all Yet even so we choose this path, for only to watch the aftermath Knowing all things that come to an end, leave only broken pieces to mend