I discern a subtle streamnConverging in the quietnJust behind the silencenMy mind has slipped inside itnI can feel a past being fed menA second hand future's misled menSecond hand futures misled menI feel a fate being fed menTo devour my memoriesnIn a single sittingnSeems the only meansnThe only means befittingnA reunion with my belovednA reunion with the sunnA reunion with the starsnA reunion with the sunnThough i knownEndless dawn awaitsnStill I rotate at the gatenTo watch my life escapenNever turning as it runsnMy reunion with the sunnNever turning as it runsnI discern a subtle streamnConverging in the quietnJust behind the silencenMy mind has slipped inside it