We're worried about echoes. and why we're being held-back. bound at the speed of light. . This is the time. of no regret. in a forward momentum race. we leave in our wake.
To ends unknown by means unworthy. To answer wishes, long dead and gone. Old empty promises, a just reward for the blind. Belief makes work for idle minds, we lost our way.
This is not a failure, this is not an end. These are just symptoms of a trajectory descent. Further down the line you hide from the memories of unresolve.