[Soulstice]

El fin. Silencio. Now the story's concluded
The characters are dormant and muted so we're courting allusions
In our fortress of musings - walled in by blankets and pillows
Thanking compatriots who went from strangers to kin folk
As it rains out the window - we sensed their adventurous past-times
Would carry on - as long as the centuries passed by.
A never-ending story book - that's not ungraspable thinking
but what about a tale that doesn't have a beginning?
- You're passive. Rescinding. A life that asked for permission
Friends with absentee brilliance that you basked in as children
Wings that were clipped. Gravity's winning. Figments exist
In your memory - wishing things were simply blissful
Like when you were living as kids. When did this existence begin?
You could've sworn you once remembered interesting things
You laughed, right? You drank and sang, as far as you could recall
You once ran and danced. But now you pace an arduous crawl
What started it all? You're startled. Appalled. At this nihilist emergence
Crying for resurgence of your childhood excursions.
Dying to subvert this - ennui drenching the night
But you can't rewrite the prologue of a tragedy with no ending in sight