The lyric may be lesser in lines and content, but redolent with the imagination of a man who drinks in the growing darkness of the evening and within. All he hopes are for new beginnings to fill the void of an unexplainable emptiness he is subjected to.
The evening shadows lengthen
The burning sun tempers
The twilight silhouettes the trees
The panoptic imagery fades
A silence impregnates through the stillness.
Sinews must strengthen
I resist the urge of growing whimpers
I try to put my heart at ease
Fleeting memories evade
I begin anew at the mark of nil-ness.
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