Too Far Gone...

A perfect crime,
a perfect defense,
an arbitrary time burning perfect evidence.

Listen for the voice.
It grows softer, still.
Witness the choice I make, when action is not reconciled with will.

Knowing the distance is knowing the velocity of the times.
Going the distance with growing ferocity inside.
And I found the stars, when I couldn't find the dawn.
And I've gone too far, am I too far gone?
Gone.

A folded map,
covered in dust,
will lead to traps for those who deny it their trust.

See how it sits?
It waits for the day
when every knee will kiss the ground, and finally every tongue will say...

That knowing the distance was knowing the velocity of these times.
Going the distance, with growing ferocity inside.
And I found the stars, when I couldn't find the dawn.
And I've gone too far, am I too far gone?
And I've gone too far, am I too far gone?

Too far gone...