Glimpses of the things we can recall

Dispersed among the pieces that I’ve never mentioned at all

This time, a problem

I cannot solve

Stare uncertainty in the eyes through a glass wall

Maybe a blank space to start something new

Or a message that I should’ve sent to you

As I’m asked to face the end

I think of all of the ends

Flashes of the past, I watch through the palms of my hands

They can pick and choose what they want to

I can leave the mark that I want to

As we begin again, do we repeat the process?

A breaking point

Where all I’m left with is silence

Maybe a blank space to start something new

Or a message that I should’ve sent to you

Where do I find the importance?

On an isolated throne I dwell on impermanence

On an isolated throne I dwell on impermanence

(On an isolated throne I dwell on impermanence)

(On an isolated throne I dwell on impermanence)

After years, the words won’t matter

But the way these pages resonate

Gives me something to hope for

Gives me something to hope for

Gives me something to hope for

Gives me something to hope for

Gives me something to hope for

(Gives me something to hope for)

Gives me something to hope for

Gives me something to hope for