Epsilon - Alchemist

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

Speed Of Life

Each day grows quicker as I breathe

Or is it that every year seems to get shorter?

Racing at the speed of life

So much to do, so little time

I don’t want to win this race

Heading swiftly to my grave

Epidermis showing signs of natural decay from living my life

No way to slow the hands of time

Of this I am sure you live, then you die

From infancy to my old age

Another day of life

Another turn of the page

Racing at the speed of life

So much to do, so little time

Heading swiftly to my grave

Is it only me, is it all in my head?

Rather a fight to ascend than an easy descent

Do you ever get the feeling you’re in some sort of race?

Each day has more to offer, there’s just no time to play

One mine I’m a child, the next I am a man

And fate, it pushes my life, the fastest speed it can