Glimpses of the things we can recall Dispersed among the pieces that I've never mentioned at all This time, a problem I cannot solve Stare uncertainty in the eyes through a glass wall Maybe a blank space to start something new Or a message that I should've sent to you As I'm asked to face the end I think of all of the ends Flashes of the past, I watch through the palms of my hands They can pick and choose what they want to I can leave the mark that I want to As we begin again, do we repeat the process? A breaking point Where all I'm left with is silence Maybe a blank space to start something new Or a message that I should've sent to you Where do I find the importance? On an isolated throne, I dwell on impermanence After years, the words won't matter But the way these pages resonate Gives me something to hope for