From The Lab

Incomplete

Faded dreams and moments past,
Beyond the sinking sun,
Thoughts of future's gentle crash,
When the crest has just begun,
Envelop minds too soft to know,
Of roads too long and harsh,
Despite the timeless desperate show,
Go, weary soldier, march,
Strap up your boots to walk through hell,
Watch the sinners toss and turn,
Ignore that constant tolling bell,
Pay no mind to the burn,
Portray your truths as well as can,
I know it's a simple thing,
The world was ours to plot and plan,
As the designated king.
But petty men have petty goals,
It's in their nature to,
And no man may deny their role,
When building Xanadu,
Flow like the breeze of distant lands,
That carry 'cross the seas,
The bottled message of the man,
Whose trapped and long deceased,
For destiny's incomplete.