I feel like this is just a means to an end. Does it hold any meaning as I reach the end? Lost to memory, final reality. When I’m awake or asleep both are all but a dream. Finality of this life is something certain for me. Lost to memory, final reality. Sifting fragments of time, drifting, falling away. Sense of finality, fate is dawning on me. What is the purpose of death, live, learn, die then forget? Feel I’m lying awake, only sleep when I’m dead. Lost to memory, final reality. Compressed memories. I’m temporary, unable to contain. Like Epsilon, my finality is pointing out the way. What have I learned? What will I forget? Monumental rhythm of life is pounding out the beat of the dead, but might it all end, without a meaning? Lost to memory, final reality.
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