Reflections Video (MV)

Pacing back around, son can you come here?
As old as I am now, I feel like I could never learn enough
Pacing upon pacing
"Father, why do you look so tired"?
Well you see, I'm an old man now and all I have is my memory
And when that goes who will I be?
Where are we now? Endless sea of cloud... Soft tender sound... Endless sea of cloud
Nothing was worth the suffering, I wish I took a risk
I never thought life would be so short until I saw that final door close right behind
Leaves they fall, they all remind me of you
And the way... remind me
Nothing was worth the suffering, I should've took a risk
I never thought life would be like this. Until you cried on me from clouds in the sky
There's no way, my son, you can live like me
I'm filled with regret and nothing's going to stop me from killing everything I have and know
To release this sobriquet soul in shards and marks
Splinters fall and spark against the sunlight

There's an empty feeling in this vessel
Counselling my time while concealing the illusion of faith, juxtaposing fear
Searching in memories to find a meaning before I lose feeling
We will never feel this young again
We will never lead this life again, one day soon, we all meet our end. The only question is when?
Why do we seek the unknown? Why do we question fate?
The path unbroken, every excuse you cry... nothing matters when we die... nothing matters
The sky unfolded every reason why
I wanted to bring balance and wisdom as a boy, but why?
Nothing even matters when we die! Nothing ever matters
Why do we seek the unknown? Why do we question fate?
The knowledge we seek is a messy page of watered ink
Every excuse you used to hide from me, epiphany, deceiving me
The future I see will be entropy, there was nothing here for me, for anyone
No purpose, nothing guiding me home

Feeding on the guilt that I've built, I'm starving to the bone
Regretting decisions, I've envisioned while trying to atone
For all the things I haven't done, and not for what I had
But now I'm scared of what I've become
Do the choices I make force a ripple within?
Or do they just dilute my skin? All I have emerged from these prison walls
Old age isn't physical, it's the loss of one's worth and need to live
Is life a straight line? Stiff backs marching towards our deaths
Or a dream that seems only to transcend as we struggle to take our last breath?
All that I have will rust. All that I love will turn to dust
All that is and ever was: A radio wave travelling through empty space