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A bridge collapsing inside the weakened weight of the mind

(As I stand and wait while everything is out of my touch)

Division built with recesses of hard work and time

(Slipping through my fingers with an emptiness I can't clutch)

Museums standing so vacant, hollow patch-worked with lies

(Why does everything I love just feel so out of touch)

Why is everything a revelation?

With a golden ending

I see the source within

But I continue with these vacancies

I bore beneath my skin

Seeds

We sow

Colorlessly

So lost, holding on to what I think is left of me

With a golden ending

I see the source within

But I continue with these vacancies

I bore beneath my skin

And so with brick by brick I pile the rubble to the mound

(As I stand and wait while everything is out of my touch)

Collecting remnants of the past, present and future in tow

(Slipping through my fingers with an emptiness I can't clutch)

It seems the work is ever building with no end in sight

(Why does everything I love just feel so out of touch)

Why is everything a revelation?

With a broken ending

The light begins to dim

But I continue with these vacancies

I bore beneath my skin

With a golden ending

I see the source within

But continue with these vacancies

We bore beneath our skin

With a golden ending

With a broken ending

Find me