Elucidating Questions

How old are these relics that are calling out? The two ancient worlds that are currently clashing,

Roots that stretch to the skies and they were forced, yet the ones that are travelling, life or death,

Are the ones who do damage to those and don’t look back.

Keep coming back to a foundation quite young,

And a second foundation built of the same stories told backwards.

How many generations, if they were immortal, if they truly were,

And of course nothing is,

When the universe is far more vast,

But what if the only other ones

Are so far away all you hear is a whisper,

And right now they’re screaming,

Something quite incorrect, again.

So somebody, who is that somebody who works so hard to make every day work somehow.

Show me someone to love.

And sing her a song, but we’re both in that place,

Where we feel chained by the inability to love.