I have noone left to talk to,
I have no more dreams to dream.
I have noone for me waiting,
And nothing left to scream. 
If there's anything I wonder,
It's why I can't progress.
I guess that's how the end is-
But now I've digressed.
Folded wings and caskets,
Is all we have become.
An illusion of reality.
The place we all come from.
The heart circles back,
Unrelenting, unresolved,
Waiting for a destiny.
Waiting to be called.