#812 On Dying Dreams

Flurry in my line of sight
The grinding days have come to bite
And what once shone with yellowed gleams
Has now been sundered at the seams
When all now finally come to light
What will you pay for dying dreams?

#807 On Joyfully Existing

I told you these things in all honesty
In the hope that these truths will help you to see
That there is a better way to live
A better way to be

Like ships passing each other in the night
We are lonely pilgrims, lost in our own plight
There is a better way to live
To walk towards the light

What does it mean to be a better human being?
What does it mean to experience every feeling
What does it mean to live
To be joyfully existing?