Where Do We Go, Pt. 2

Time has become a vile of still sand

Rooted in me, the way it must be

I've come to know everything this place has for me

Every lock and every key, nothing new to see

When one has found the end, is there reason to stay?

Forget how to exist? Is there something I missed?

I cannot feel the lines between death and dream

While my body is buried before it is meant to be

I will not wait

For a rainy day to take me

I will not wait

For another way to let it be

I will not wait

For a better day to decree

I will not wait

For a lonely gray to be free