Into The Valley

Monuments atop the summit of the mind

But stone pillars turn to dust when attention shines

That granite chips when the point of observation pries

Them cornerstones are prone to crumble right before our eyes

Now that's the truth in lies

Grave deceptions are but servants of the wise

Deluded in our grandeur like a fool that's in disguise

But strip away the surface and reveal the great divide

Between the ornaments of culture and the meaning of our lives

Before we lay in ash

I feel ascension giving way at last