Beyond whatever force I may apply
I can't go back and undo what's been done
The perniciousness of the passing of the years
I entrench myself in the same doubt
We otherwise call maturity
I need to go upstream
With the knowledge of things to come
Where everything happens at once
The flesh from my limbs
My fate and my doomed bliss
In the infinities of the void
For everything is said and done
And the price to pay's too high
The learnings too harsh
Being is feeling is suffering
Being is a transitional state
From the void to the void