Sick Eagle
The spirit is too weak
Mortality weighs on me heavy
Like unwilling sleep

And each imagined pinnacle, and steep
Of god-like hardship tells me I must die

Came from nothing
No way up

We close our eyes to speak
The fear of possible dreams colliding in the naked light of day
It's indeterminate, and we
We cannot know when we live or when we will die

Came from nothing
No way up