The Bell (Interlude)

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] When the bell tolls, one must ask themselves “is it worth it?” Has everything I done, to this point, been worth it? Have I truly been deserving of what I’ve been given? Or has my time been misspent, my soul misled? It weighs on you, as it has on my forefathers Infinite possibilities trapped and crammed into finite quarters "If only this happened," you state as the tolls grow louder “Then, I could have…” But, you trail off, knowing that whatever you say now? It’s meant as nothing but self-assurance Guidance to assuage yourself of any falsehoods Or miscues, misrepresentations mis-brought by a forgotten era… A friend from some time ago, or an enemy now in good graces The case or the circumstances mean naught-- The toll’s almost finished Just once more, you plead, as the lights dim... Creating an ambivalence--dimmed lights with optimistic despair As you take those last breaths, you notice... What you should have… Known… All… Along…