We Find Ourselves, Lost, Unseen, Forgotten

There'StillTimeToCreate

In The Profound Depths of My Soul

I Feel Abdication, Grasping

Tunnel Vision, No Time For Abandonment

Until I Was Swept Away in Ceaseless Toil, Weary and Drowsy

I Dreamt All Night, I Want to Know

Everything We Hold Dear, Yet Still Seeking More

Chasing the Fading Light of Our Redemption

Ability to Create Has Been Sedentary