The clocks collapse, the hours bend A moment lingers, then ascends The light it bends, it breaks, it blends The sky forgets, it all depends... Footsteps stagger through a marble mirage, Ink on the walls bleeding ancient collage, Every shadow a stanza, a hollow barrage— Written in wind, gone like applause. Ancient ghosts trace the cracks in the stone, Murmuring myths in ethereal tone. Tomorrow’s cathedral; today overthrown. Name me a kingdom that time hasn’t known. Silver-lined citadels shiver then shift, What’s etched into ether is destined to drift. Monuments whisper, their echoes adrift, Watch as they splinter, as histories rift. We've sought the sky, for moments passed We ought to cry, and yet we laugh Entire empires are built of sand N’ they'll wash away, for nothing man-made lasts ...nothing man-made lasts Memory fractures, mosaics collapse, The weight of the past in a glass hour lapse. Golden inscriptions now cracked in the wax, Melted to echoes; deceptive syntax. Ash in the air where the towers had been, Future reduced to a whispering wind, Lessons inscribed with invisible ink, Names that we carved now refuse to sink. Under the circuits, the codes remain, Ruins encrypted in ghost domain. History loops like a runaway train, Tell me again, tell me again… We've sought the sky, for moments passed We ought to cry, and yet we laugh Entire empires are built of sand N’ they'll wash away, for nothing man-made lasts ...nothing man-made lasts The sky forgets. The sea erases. And silence is the only thing that stays.