empty temples

before the clocks started counting, we built shrines to the sun, conducted rites by the moonlight, now remembered by none, aswe move through the future, we are warmed by the past, like a fire on a cold, dark night, but dawn's here at last, let go of all that binds you, your kind will always find you, we must give up the old ways, though they've served us well, the rituals havelost meaning, what were temples are shells, but there is a new path, that always has been, as we set foot upon it, let us fear not the end, let go of all that binds you, your kind will always find you, an endless series of meaningless tasks, each one distracting us all from the last, look all around at the things you've been given, what do you see?, beauty and splendor, destruction and ruin, all in your memory, let go of all that binds you, your kind will always find you