Exile Within

Restless phase so common these days, find yourself lost in a haze
How can this be, what is it that you feed?
Those memories for sure cannot be wrong, what you feel is not all that's been going on
Conjure up your two selfs - see which one does not belong

Now the world is shifting around you
Before your eyes it turns untrue
Once again you discover it false
Yet you still brace all its faults

Life in a world out of phase
steers you so far in daze
What anymore is real and not beyond
or has it all been moving on?

Arcane, forgotten past
Knowledge of uttermost importance turned aghast
Face the reaper of reality
The drainer of human vitality

The desert offers you no more hope than the other world currently
in ruins - drowned in smoke but there is something so very, very wrong
about the way those sands keep shifting under the very eyes of yourself
The way it feels is like this plane would not even be but in your very mind