The coal is shifting, it's been dwindling
The fire that burned is growing colder
The light that led the way has dimmed
It's unclear now
And uncharted dust scatters what little direction there is
Leaving me lost inside my dream and torn between my desires
If the flame burns hotter still,
will I let these charcoaled burns hinder the pace
Will I get anywhere better than this
Better than if fate had gripped me,
if fate had clawed me and dragged me that way
Fractions of myself are
wrenching me
towards conflicting courses
I can't ignore this
this ship that is blown by tempests
Spawned from caustic voices
will i get anywhere better than this.