A Breath of the Dirt

In moments of withheld connection
Seeking the wisdom of old gods
The truth carried by the sigh of the wind
And the soundless pulse of stoic stone
In moments of withheld connection
We seek the wisdom of the old gods

Blind to the world that surrounds us
Numb to the tender embrace of the atmosphere

What is man but a breath of the dirt
Drifting so far from its mortal origin
Stillness

Solace lost forever

Unfeeling of the air in your lungs
Seeking purpose above

Blind to the world that surrounds us
Numb to nature's tender embrace

What is man but a breath of the dirt
Drifting so far from its mortal origin
Stillness

Solace lost forever

In moments of withheld connection
Seeking the wisdom of the old gods

Shifting the focus
In search of inner peace

Inhale a tiny fraction of awe
Blind to the world that surrounds us
A fucking speck of dust