I am gone, can't waste more time, I said, not quite joking
The fire has gone, the big trees stand, the underground is smoking
Remember nothing you've been told means anything to me
And everything you hold is mine in the barest degree
I walked to the park the lion rock was weeping
I walked on to the grave the lizard king was sleeping
Remember nothing you've been told means anything to me
And everything you hold is mine in the barest degree
The days draw long, too long to count, cushioned by the wasting
Restless age the rusted temple, a place of my own making
No matter what else you've been told, it's still all up to me
And everything you hold is min in the barest degree
