Peace in the present tense is hard to seize.
Try new things from pharmacies, live out all my fantasies, and get lost in technology.
We're all in the same bind, so hard to please.
Happiness always recedes, tired of sating every need, it won't let go till I'm depleted.
Such enlightenment is hard to fake.
Return to Desolation Lake, a memory for memory's sake, we climb until our breath is taken.
Velvet in the sky, rust in the stones.
Have we finally come back home?
Did we keep our spirits whole, or leave a fracture in our souls?