As of now,
nothing possesses purpose.
As of then,
it will become reduced to less.
A conclusion in obscurity is foreknown.
As of now,
its presence weighs as everything that never meant.
I only long for the finality of it all.
Where the heart, mind, and pen connect
As of now,
nothing possesses purpose.
As of then,
it will become reduced to less.
A conclusion in obscurity is foreknown.
As of now,
its presence weighs as everything that never meant.
I only long for the finality of it all.