I spin my empty top upon the empty table, a glass raised in a toast.
To the stars! High-set beacons gleaming set in the security of the abyss.
My broken purpose, starlit upon my deepening grave at once finds it's voice:
"Go! Let us become them! Let us ride among the heavens, never forgetting our first love!"
I grasp, reach, long for their glory, but my mind does not forgive me.
I am bound to this earth, trapped in this endless grasp at vanity.
For in this darkness I see stars where there is only dying flame.
I run, but the spark has gone before my mind could understand.
And so I close my eyes and once more, surrendering to blindness, falling among shadow.