What happens when you don’t recall
Is there any time to foil
The myriad dreams inside my head
Each one that can’t be said
As the gold turns to ash
The ace up the sleeve won’t save that
Only time will heal the wounds
Join the waters to reach the streams
While the crows fly overhead
Having feasted upon the stale bread
Circle of life is unbroken
It will never be a token
Form a queue and wait to be
In the next era of celebratory
Where nothing is beyond your reach
And no one will think to preach
Believe what you will and intend
Never will you need to mend
Backtrack along the road
Have to deal with those that goad
Instead just breathe in the after
Life and death are not your master