Floodgates

Race on till the end of your time,
Wait till it is too late.
Look out, the hermits are the junkies,
And all the answers make up the dark matter.

I see, I wonder,
I loathe, I doubt.
Whenever there is a silver lining,
There is a brooding cloud.

Seven lives, all begin in confusion.
One journey, marked by peril.
No, I do not believe.
Yes, the world goes on.