I've touched sweet mornings of yesterday
With the innocent hands of youth
Till tomorrow's belongings became today's
Enshrined in shreds of the truth
Where beginnings of endings unravel themselves
As the coils of a serpent unwind
Recanting recourses revealing itself
In a timeless revision of time
I've tasted the stench of reality's breath
And witnessed the waste it becomes
Where spoils of survivors lay praying for death
At the tip of destiny's tongue
Changes unchanging and changing again
Enough is enough to sustain
Where the dust of the drifters blow away on the wind
The shroud of illusion remains