Patient Sixty-Seven
Wayfarer
So far past the point of no return
These seconds leaving marks
I'll forever earn
Time lost breeding lessons
I'll never learn
A cause for concern
Forging flickering fire
That might not ever truly burn
Time folds rapidly into mistake
Bodies remain, there's no mistake
As beauty fades away
On the shore, we stay lying awake
As the burden of age forcefully takes
Sifting through grains of sand
As they leave my hands
My sanity begins to crack
Like I left this life to chance
If we're not meant for this life
As time passes by, the great divide
Until then, I wonder why
Wayfarer, is this goodbye?
Waves wash across the shore
I don't recognise you anymore
This pain I can't ignore
Forcing this contagion
Facing my fixation
Peeling back the layers
I can feel my body ageing out
My body slowly plaguing
This hell that I'm not caged in
If we're not meant for this life
As time passes by, the great divide
Until then, I wonder why
Wayfarer, is this goodbye?
I'll know these cracks
Like the back of my hand
And slowly sink into the sand
My fragile sense of self
Still looking back
And left to fucking chance
Timing left to chance
So slowly sink into the sand
If we're not meant for this life
As time passes by, the great divide
Until then, I wonder why
Wayfarer, is this goodbye?
Is this goodbye?
Until then, I wonder why
Wayfarer, we're out of time