a grave sight in the center of rosebushes
the last stone that finally broke due to wear
every step that echoes down the hall.
you're the beginning
but you're so close to the end
the middle cant even find you
tell me, what makes you bend?
the time laps is outright truthful
you'll trust the world before you even know your own self
you walk among the commoners
to see if you can find an empty shelf.
your emotions cannot save you
you have broken what is already gone
a step, a turn, a glance too fast
your past is already lost.