It's tired
And without purpose

It's the dryness in your mind
It's the feeble stare
It's the resurrection of nothing

And it can't be woken

It's the glass on your skin
It's the mirror within
It's the face of time

And it can't be broken

It's the voice of silence
It's the touch of absence
It's the breath of space

And it can't be found

It's your aching thought
It's your gasping lung
It's your shaking lip

But you can't be broken