No Horizons

Five long years
A static perimeter engulfed the sky
And I think a sixth one could be deadly
I am compromised of words
Yet nothing seemed so small as my own printed hand
We don＇t drift apart unsung
We are pushed away by something dark.
And we do not go gently into anything at all
Conviction in the dying power of your city
Two dim-moon eyes stay fixed
On two worlds unjarred, coinciding
And all I hear is one single booming voice declaring ＂Now＂
Is it more than we bring to bear in these tactless benedictions?
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you... lie!
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you lie the way I lie
I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt
I want to know if you, I want to know if you... lie!
We... do not go gently
And we do not go gently into anything at all
Five long years
Coinciding