the endless march

eyes flare

this glow becomes our lanterns

we are searching for truth

but find dust and dirt

though sight falls hard

trudge headfirst and forget what matters

caught in the trample of the tow

bones scrape against the asphalt

gaze into the depth and try to find the fire within

i try to pick up the pieces

try to pick up the pieces

pick up mud and re invent these limbs

caught in tow we are a sight of endless marching and swaying lights

we leave lumber for the need - rebuild this broken body

lumber for the need - rebuild this broken soul

try to pick up the pieces

but timber becoming decay

excavate bone and sculpt mud into limbs

following the sequence

leave a little bit of ourselves behind with every step

broken teeth fractured and spread out

blending in the scene hands swell and branches break becoming lumber for the need

this glow becomes our lanterns

though sight falls hard

trudge headfirst and forget what matters

gaze the depth and try to find fire within pick up mud and re invent these broken limbs

forcefully held down

friction burns our bones that scrape against the asphalt

forcefully held down

fragments of our broken teeth spread out around us

forcefully held down try to pick up all the pieces

become decay