Vanished

All the distant nights

That vanished from my mind

Hang like glistening knives

In the back of my mindI can almost see

The phantoms gone in the past

What could I ever trade

For all that's escaped in time?

What can dreams be if nothing ever lastsIn a future where everything's made of glass

Each moment carves a piece away

Of the sculpture shaped by the passing of daysHands ever change the days

As monuments turn to rust

In the grasp of the infinite

All mountains crumble to dust

Arising from nothing

The short dance of existing

We're always shifting

And always becoming