I walk beneath the path I built long ago
A foreign wasteland of which I do not know
What once was is now gone from my sight
The only constant is the cold
Lost foundations now hanging overhead
Shrouded by vapor and smog
Bygone vaults containing literature to be kept
Forgotten as I continue on
What I seek I can barely recollect
Nor see from vantage points up high
Erased from my memories
In the kaleidoscope of time
Gone from my sight
Knowledge unobtained by the entry point of the cycle
Do it all again
Live a life enslaved to the purpose you were appointed to
Do it all again
Knowledge unobtained by the entry point of the cycle
Do it all again
Live a life enslaved to the purpose you were appointed to
Do it all again