Rejection  

In  gasping  air  from  vast  surrounds  

Subjection  to  all  that  breathes  it  

Suffocate  in  the  idle  and  empty  

It  calls  for  no  one  

No  one  



The  beast  of  no  will  

Gives  rise  the  servants  of  cause  

They  hold  their  breath  as  it  sets  behind  the  hill  

Banishing  them  to  the  dark  

Banishing  them  to  the  dark  

It  will  set  and  rise  again  and  again  



Speaking  only  of  your  end  

It  pierces  your  unyielding  pretense  

The  illusion  shattered  and  exhausted  

It  will  set  and  rise  

Dull  and  fruitless  

It  will  set  and  rise  again  and  again  

With  no  ambition