ALL WE KNOW.

ALL WE KNOW

I am the shadow of the moon

that flies away on the wind too soon

nothing is barren more than the gray sky

time lessens like shadows in a forgotten eye.

This world is old and dying alone,

I am sitting on top of a tombstone.

Where hope is noiseless in the dark,

I see a shadow, a single spark.

All we know, where we go,

into the time that is broken and gone.

Everything is going fast and slow.

This broken world is dead and alone.