What we need to carry on. Primordial aim. Endeavour is fading though. Defending against destiny. Everything around different. Earth's energy is depleted. This eon will end soon. only by us. If we don't look at the stream. in the fountain. Those days this dream wants to. sleep away. Closed in form. We don't see the light. That emanates from the source. Endeavour wore off. No longer do I have. to be possessed by the mind. But sometimes tears. come when they try. to profane the ground. No longer do I have to be. possessed by the mind. But sometimes tears. come when they try. to profane the ground. I want to sleep away. This dream. Those days. This reality of greedy hunger. The nightmare is not only mine. Decadence is closer than now. Time of transition will come. No longer do I have to be. possessed by the mind. But sometimes tears. come when they try. to profane the ground