Never enough is never ending.
That kind of hunger leads to drowning in your excess... And what do you have to show for that in the end?
A list of things that meant so much at one time, meant so much in one mind....
Step up and surrender it to the fire, push it in and let it transform before your eyes.
It's all wasted,
it's all rotten,
it's all gone
in the smoke and ash of rebirth -
born again.
It's not a cycle that never rests - it's just a beat within your chest.
It's not a sunrise, or a sunset - it's just the way that things get.
Complicated and constrained by the faults and that pain and that voice that screams for more.
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