What is there to lose when tomorrow is a myth
No more attainable than eternal life
So the choices we make with our future in mind
Are simply the roll of a dice

Could fate now being playing a hand already dealt
Allowing a second chance to grasp
That which once seemed the folly of dreams
An image just too bright to last

If the thoughts for once stopped fighting for space
Providing just a moment of calm
To see through the chaos of twisted future
Making firm under foot the shifting sand