The sun is far out of reach now
Beyond the when beyond the how
Like blind men grasping at straws
Can't recognize themselves because
We have become the drifters
Phase changing shifters
Ghost in the fog friendless
Orwellian and endless
The fist clenches
Upon nothing
Ever yearning and constructing
Hammer feels no fear or shame
No broken hands
Forgotten name
The starlight shines ever so cold
Immortal light from ages old
Why am I still here?
Ever turning sphere