Everything Weaves A Trail Through Time

everything weaves a trail through time spiraling down the bare edges of mind don't try to follow, just listen for the voice and try to remember, you've got no choice you never ask to be born, didn't ask to die; feel your soul ever trembling it's hope in a sigh prisms of tears will reflect today's sorrow, a bankrupt mortgage upon your tomorrows particles or waves; it turns out the same there's no one to censure; no one to blame don't bow down to worship some unspoken words: for your souls simple anguish, nobody has heard.