There will be nothing more done,
Nothing more will become.
When the darkness overcome
All that will be.
All that we will ever see.
Yet to few cares.
Preform the ritual of life, ritual of passage.
Never more to exist in it's first true form.
Yet still a long way to walk.
Long path to pass.
Before I can reach it all.
There's nothing less.
That can clear up this mess.
/Jezz -080115
Over & out
