Ambitions, distilled from the ashes.
Cumbersome, yet still we climb.

First breath makes way for light, and a life built on infinite potential.
We are spoken to at youth as if our reach is unconfined - no chains, masters.
No disease or gods, no fate but what we make;
a message that speaks to the heart of man.

Until broken by an ageless truth:
We are governed by space, restrained by time.

Surging primal forces engage, a desire to strive for meaning.
Here's to the next milestone, it's affirmation:
We all want a life of meaning.

These paths we make,
this prism you can't escape.
You're on your own.

The questions remains: is there light in the absurdity of our limits?
Is the Will of an individual a gift of nature or programmed throughout life?

But there is no truth in blind assertion, no satisfaction, or means to an end.
Time is an unforgiving truth that has and always will have its own way.

It has a way with us all.

Fade to black; you crumble the foundation.
Ambitions; you crumble the foundation.

Fade to black; your hollow essence drifts.. away.

Finality: a relief that ends pain and perpetual fear.
Infinity: dimensions shift and shake (point to space).
We're on a linear string.
Finality: their perpetual fear.
Infinity: dimensions shift and shake.
Point to space, absolutes,
We're on a linear string.

Last breaths lead to infinite black.
Conscious reach fades,
and life is redefined.
We are now free.
No chains or masters - no gods or disease (we are now free).
It's just fate:
We are born to be swept away.

We are now free.
Conscious reach fades,
life is redefined.

(Finality)
Breathe in, while hope withers away.
(Infinity)
Deep inside there lies the embers;
just sublimate me,
(We’re on a linear string)
These obsessions for the end.

Here, I stand at the end..
Staring at the cliff from which I once...climbed.
Reflecting on past trials, I drift into another phase.

We are swept away, with no hope for extrication,
yet still, we set our life's target on self-preservation.

We’re governed by space.
Limited by time.
Striving for new life.

Swept away, with no hope for, extrication.
Still, we set our life’s target on self-preservation.

Finality: a relief that ends pain.
We were born to live and die all the same.
Infinity: dimensions shift and shake.
We were born to live and die all the same.
We’re on a linear string.