Quiet Storm

There is no past

There is no future

Now I'm free to live at last

No more courage at my fingertips

I sit and wait for the nothingness

All aboard, your fate is departing

Last train ever, it's now or never

Rain of fireworks above the lake

Familiar skies of a native place

Revel in the summer aftertaste

My final act was to disintegrate

There is no past

The future has been cast

Now I'm free to live at last

Search for truth in a coffee cup

But inspiration is an idle drug

A quiet storm is raging in my mind

Hurricane of my own design

I crackled like a radio wave

Remote status in a western state

Listen closely, some horsemen are calling

Lay back, the night sky is falling

There is no past

The future has been cast

Now I'm free to live at last

Now I'm free to live at last

Now I'm free to live at last