The Ghost Walks

Arena

This moment seemed so far away
 A thousand long lost yesterdays
 Floating down an endless stream
 Of seconds, minutes, hours and weeks 

 We search for clues, we work we strive
 To find a meaning in our lives
 But when It's all been said and done
 The end is the same for everyone 

 And yet as I cross this great divide
 I finally see the other side
 The sum of what i came to be
 My genuine identity 

 But does it really matter now
 Something we should care about?
 Perhaps it has no meaning here
 Perhaps it has no meaning here