Grains کے بول

Void, nothing beyond but the past Unredeemable, the embrace of time Wither and grey We gaze at long dead stars And the gulf is indifferent to our isolation The grains of our being, carried away by the passage of time Every moment is forever, buried and building No breath can be redeemed Present and future exists in unredeemable past Future is forfeit Buried by the past Void, nothing beyond but the past Unredeemable, the embrace of time Wither and grey Condemned to stare into the past Condemned to become the past