Nothing left and everything remains Memory of a dream forgotten Plagued by paths untraveled Tortured in a haze of what could’ve been Years ago the choice was made Once decided, never considered again The fire of burned bridges makes ghosts Most still ask how it’s been - but it’s all pretend This life is a game no one can win when the choice is barely survive or just give in instead. Doesn’t matter what you read, what was said was that all ends up dead. So fill your head with the knowledge - spread it but don’t fret it because the truth is that in the end it’s about connection, not collection. Don’t wait ‘til there’s nothing left and everything remains Instead live a life of constant reflection.