The allure of chaos, the raging tempest Cling to life in the starting blocks As the hourglass grows emptier still Enduring, wallow in weakness of mine The crack in the looking glass To alone tread the pathways in light of spring To have nothing has never been such bliss Is it rain or tears? Savage climate or brooding fears A labyrinth of years This darkness is mine through the eye of every storm The slowing of heartbeats Ambition's flame continually burns Leaves me to wonder when the limelight is mine to enter To leave this place and soar beyond the vast terrains But a recurring dream, never quite in reach The nighttime world, its damaged poetry Its soothing tones, its healing silence