The dissolution of identity

Begins along the incremental path of compromise

Step by step we move along

Forgetting where it all began

Looking back seems more inventive than reality

As we maunder about along the fringe

Of what was a boundary line of real truth

Our eyes grow weary from the opacity we created

As we move from the visible to arrant conjecture

The blindness we embark upon

Brings the tragedy of our new life

Void of sight and failing to recognize

The lie we live among the truth

And if only we could pause and recognize

Then the future of our past

Could change and hold us to our destiny

Reaching for the stars in our minds

While our nails fill with dirt