Woven Hands

Awoke from the slumber
The lapse of time
I have got nothing to show for it
Entertained but not enlightened
Recalling today
For a trace of tomorrow
Being one without a lifespan
New thoughts must follow
The daylight draws to me
And the surroundings are not what they used to be
Lights fill up space
In a solitary place
Walls consumed
All the knowledge harvested along the way
Watching the others
This stagnant state gall the hardened heart
A pace towards an early grey
Is there life before death?
Planted firmly with an abundance of time and no sun
If there is life before death, I live it through you