Silver shards
Pieces of me
Too small to matter
Busted mirror
Walk alone
Hallowed halls
Though someone's here
Distance maims the wounded heart
And time scabs over pain
Slowing down
Oldest clock
Nothing else remains
A speck of dust
Scattered by a cough
I am a patch of darkness
A wisp of smoke that fades
I wonder why I stay here
Day after day
I hear a sad and lonely flute
Upon a distant shore
I wish that time would forget me
And I could be no more
I am a patch of darkness
A wisp of smoke that fades
I understand the waterfall
Teeming and yet isolated
I hope that I will disappear
Every cosmic impression erased
I say that dreamers should be crushed
I dream of a place so far from here
Not one I could call home
I am a patch of darkness
A wisp of smoke that fades
