The Finale

Life, the dream
The sick stirring, the dead waking
Make them be what they seem
Instead it's my breath they're taking
Love, the scream
The spell casting, the mind burning
Make this ecstasy without extreme
To find agony and yet to die yearning
Time, the lie
The past recurring, the present nearing
Make seconds become days of why
And fear the lords of when appearing
Death, the beginning
The stardust returning, the true meaning
Make complete the eternal spinning
There will be no gods intervening
I, the finale
The turmoil arising, the soul despairing
Make awareness of being so logically
Discovering the hope for daring

©2005 Hey Hey