somewhen out here

no creation, no destruction
just where you're going & where you come from
there's no movement, just progression
but this illusion is your obsession

history pours out of the present
the future's hiding beyond the moment
nothing changes, just duration
no destruction, no creation

eternity shines, we glimpse it only
we're lost & blinded, cold & lonely
with no meaning, just destination
no destruction, no creation