And nothing in this world shall make me feel
Or believe that I mattered.
Not the way I once thought, not the way I once dreamed.
A fleeting moment, a place unnamed,
Where the winds whisper of things that simply happen.
No fault, no cause, no tether to hold,
Just a trick of the mind, a shimmer, a shadow.
Oh, dearest mind, still yourself.
Pause, ponder, do not be so easily swayed.
For not all that glimmers is truth,
And not all that aches is real.
Or believe that I mattered.
Not the way I once thought, not the way I once dreamed.
A fleeting moment, a place unnamed,
Where the winds whisper of things that simply happen.
No fault, no cause, no tether to hold,
Just a trick of the mind, a shimmer, a shadow.
Oh, dearest mind, still yourself.
Pause, ponder, do not be so easily swayed.
For not all that glimmers is truth,
And not all that aches is real.