In the beliefs of the past
Held by all those with no purpose,
Ancient meanings are found trapped in time.
They survive them, and we trap ourselves
In turn, to live a life past our lives.

In the beliefs of the future
Held by all those with no purpose,
Lying meanings are found welded to steel.
They expand themselves, and trap us.
We live, but a life without it.

In the beliefs of the present
Held by all those lost souls,
Divided creations are found entangled.
They stare into the horizon, and we look with them.
We live, distressed at the tearing of our souls.