Tomorrow has yet to happen for us.
To oblivion it will pass
Before there can be a chance to look
Back behind you and make sure
That what you thought
Could be true.
But in the darkness that follows this moment
Your memories burn brightly.
Casting back the shadows, like candles
On a blackened night,
To light the path
That you walk
As the candles burn down the shadows advance
Over the steps you've taken.
They blur the lines and fade the details
Until the light burns away.
