Birth Create Dissipate

What's it like waiting for all this to die

What's it like knowing it's all been a lie

What's it for, what's it all for anyway

At the edge watching it slowly decay

So tone deaf, living life like there's no death

But the paths that splinter will never be met

It repeats, all time, forever, always

What that means nobody living can say

Is that all, all that there is anyway

At the edge watching it slowly give way

It's too late, the fable that is known as fate

We are born to create and then dissipate