If you asked me how we got here,
I wouldn't know how to respond.
If you asked me how we got here,
it's not a subject of which I am fond.
I'd tell you that the goblins,
filled with greed and hate.
Escorted us to separate dwellings,
according to fate.
I'd tell you that an earthquake,
one that spread far,
separated the earth in half,
with us each on a different bar.
I'd whisper that the dragons,
roaming and soaring once more,
flew me to the castle in the clouds,
and turned you into naught but folklore.
From here to there,
across the plain,
legend tells us;
"losing is something we can afford to gain."
You are here,
I am there.
The distance is slight,
if you understand where.
The truth of how we got here,
is more than a fact,
the tide drifted us apart,
to a sea of a different pact.
Ours mind fogged by the new sea,
wandered near.
Losing more than sleep,
this is how we got here.
