"Whispers of Smoke"

on the spot

"Whispers of Smoke"

We are, twinkling as we fall, making our way to the unknown. We can't guarantee, no matter how much we try, us.

Falling

we have our tomorrow

already splayed out in front of us, waiting for the right time, to speak. To say, what we know of it to say.

something

is not right

the world is falling down, so is the light, that crystal sanctuary that provides our fight, not so long now until they lose hope.

Until we lose hope, that tomorrow, isn't upon us, the minutes are against us.

Time

is a scam!

Ticking and ticking, laughing and tripping as they walk. Flipping over tables, knocking over faith and desire and progress.

Ticking and ticking until the world explodes.