Half forgotten things

In the depths of time they lie

With significance

Waiting for the simplest sign of life

See the evidence

That expense is part of life in time



Always worth it if only to realise

Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time



Disconnected things

You exist within a kind of truth

And the consequence of a consummated trial of fire



Always worth it if only to realise

Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time



You've no way out, no path in

Set on paper, half in stone

You're on your own



Always worth it if only to realise

Not always perfect but somehow deserving of time