| awoke from the slumber | |
| the lapse of time | |
| I have got nothing to show for it | |
| entertained but not enlightened | |
| recalling today | |
| for a trace of tomorrow | |
| being one without a lifespan | |
| new thoughts must follow | |
| the daylight draws to me | |
| and the surroundings are not what they used to be | |
| lights fill up space | |
| in a solitary place | |
| walls consumed | |
| all the knowledge harvested along the way | |
| watching the others | |
| this stagnant state gall the hardened heart | |
| a pace towards an early grey | |
| is there life before death? | |
| planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun | |
| if there is life before death, I live it through you |