Rough-hewn shadows,
Edge into oblivion.
I've seen it in the shallows,
The folly of men.
We're all so vain,
In our attempts to succeed.
Like salt in the rain,
We melt in the breeze.
Which brings us to a point,
Of self-pity and loathing.
In this we are joint,
With all our fears showing.
Yet we hide like meek children,
And hope it goes away.
But we must learn to show them,
That we are here to stay.
After our last breath exits,
And all is still,
We'll know we didn't let this,
Become something real.
Like a beast that's never fed,
Waiting deep inside.
One that we must shed,
If we wish to live our lives...
