In The Mists Of Time

I don’t see the phoenix rising,

I don’t see the flaming look of the sun

Nothing in the East, nothing in the West, just nothing.

Flatlands directionless, smooth surfaces directionless

Where shadows recede only to come back

I don’t see the chariot of the clouds

Wandering through the sky,

No wind rises to rescue us from here

The heroes give way to silicon and graphene

The warships going away in the global grey sea,

And we too, are going on routes already drawn

Where real things dissolve like image sequences

In the mists of time, in the mists of time,

In the mists of time, in the mists of time

I don’t see the phoenix rising, I don’t see the sun,

Nothing in the East, nothing in the West, just nothing

We have reached immortality

And now we cling to dreams to leave,

To leave forever, this reality

In the mists of time

We have crossed the lines of the setting sun

To reach immortality, to find eternity,

And now we cling to dreams to leave,

To leave forever, this reality

We have crossed the lines of the setting sun

To reach immortality, to find eternity,

Forgetting the beauty of streams flowing from the rocks

They run and run and gleam then dissolve into sea

Forgetting the cycle of seasons, forgetting the beauty of roses

That bloom in an instant and in an instant wither

In the mists of time, in the mists of time,

In the mists of time, in the mists of time

I don’t see the phoenix rising,

I don’t see the flaming look of the sun.

Nothing in the East, nothing in the west, just nothing

We have reached immortality

And now we cling to dreams to leave,

To leave forever, this reality