Arcane

Everyone' s been waiting for my starry-eyed advance,
but I'm on the final page.
The text has nothing left.
The keys keep whispering my death
and my eyes are screaming out my age.

We've been looking out on the infinite recursion.
Just been wasting time.
Something makes me smile,
I tell it to the walls,
And I know what I have made mine.

I can look over my shoulder,
just to check,
just to be sure,
but love is old.
You can be more.

You can sit with your eyes open,
damned to crack the camel's back
but I am strong today.

And I am wrong today.