Momentary Life

Of what magnitude is this complexion of life? Lying awake at the mercy of our train of thought So we cover up our vices And in a lack for grit try to outlive this weakness Take these words and make sense of them if you will Cause I am just too tired to care any longer Yet I can feel that there is just no end to this In the circle of self-deception As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning I defy, for I can't take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore What fortitude is there to be found in giving up? Nothing leads us to a change in scope There is no change of motivation And so we anxiously welcome our demise As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning I defy, for I can't take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore No, but I will not be subject to these desires For there cannot be only darker times ahead As we spend our waking years with a restless search for a higher meaning I defy, for I can't take all these empty words and empty gestures anymore Hence we realize life has ran past our aspirations Still fostering our fear of loss, still fostering all of our dreams