The path was foreseen
in a feverish dream
and the riddle was shown
to the seven year grown
reaching out for the thread he saw
it would cut through his fingers
as a razor sharp straw
Shaping the untouchable
embracing the none-existable
it's force force drains
slide into forever
Surface to surface
nothing between
faling forever
the illusion has been
but a fragment of time
on the thread of life
None shall pass
this fiery wall
none shall pass
no, none at all