I feel like this is just a to an end. Does it hold any as I reach the end? Lost to memory, reality. I'm awake or asleep both are all but a dream. Finality of this life is something for me. to memory, final reality. Sifting of time, drifting, falling away. Sense of finality, fate is on me. What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then Feel I'm lying awake, only sleep I'm dead. to memory, final reality. memories. I'm temporary, to contain. Like Epsilon, my finality is out the way. What I learned? What will I Monumental rhythm of life is out the beat of the dead, but it all end, without a meaning? Lost to memory, reality. Speed Of day grows quicker as I breathe. Or is it that every year to get shorter? at the speed of life. So to do, so little time. I want to win this race. swiftly to my grave. Epidermis showing signs of natural from living my life. No way to slow the of time. Of this I am you live, then you die. infancy to my old age. day of life. Another of the page. at the speed of life. So to do, so little time. swiftly to my grave. Is it only me, is it all in my Rather a fight to than an easy descent. Do you ever get the feeling in some sort of race? Each day has to offer, there's just no time to play. One mine I'm a child, the I am a man. And fate, it my life, the fastest speed it can.