Threshold. The Ravages Of Time (The Best Of). Fragmentation. Zeneszám

We are fragmented
Clinging on to a concept known as how
Drifting through dimensions
In a place which we call now

Simply unaware
Of what goes on above beyond and before
Behind us fly the ragged fragments
Of what should have been much more

Been much more
So unsure
Opening doors

Separate entities in ebb and flow