He cannot feel his pride
Beset each step
Compelling him to run
Swallowing the sun
The terror has begun
A story he will author of a battle to be won
But it's a shadow of his waking world
Wasting time again
Been here before
A living end
Fate is writing games
Unfolding more than space contends
Tears
Unnumbered in
A people made
What have we been
Raising clay
Within liminal skin
Unlight begins
Lie to the sun
It's a fantasy
When we were young
But then who were we?
A long jump
Into the ocean