Here in the land of the dead.
We invoke spirit with dial-a-friend.
Ghosts unaware of our true current plane.
Working towards another place, afterlife by name.
What lies there being a way of starting it all again.
Reset of the switch, yet in a different time instead.
I, being the everlasting dimension that conquers all.
With Time; the consumer, great devourer, all creature’s fall.
In limelight or hindsight we enjoy our stay.
As living towards death is the only forward way.
An acceptance not all can willingly take.
Causing them more pain, grief, or heartache.
But even in those kind souls who find this hard to do.
Life continues on, know this much is true.
A land of the dead can become a lonely place.
As our friends and loved ones move on without haste.
No time to worry, think, or ask.
They simply do what they want before they pass.
Spending a life not living in wake.
Is key element to being here and not feeling a mistake.
Always know these lows are part of the high.
To not worry about hell or a place in the sky.
The lows are there so when the high does flow.
You’ll know when to ride the currents fast or slow.
Electric Icarus Project 