Theta

Again I dreamt a dream Quiet as a whisper that echoed and shook the sea The great and mighty Terra Firma Brought asunder by static hands As we tiptoe around our event horizon The cries for help are outweighed By laments of unrequited love Staring oblivion in the face Bleating hearts scream of their disconsolate status What will become of us When truth escapes singularity And all comes to light? When all is revealed Our legacy of squandered time What reward awaits As we devalue that which can never be retrieved? What will become of us? Do palms read hold the weight of anchors? Just as the world, the blind eye continues to turn And the void is staring back Reason has lost its voice And they have lost the will to hear So we shall speak a language that they understand