Last Point Of Reference

Why do I read, read between the linesCreate the idealInterpretWhat's not thereTime has passed, no sights have changedMisplaced pattern, rearrangeThe light, the endMirage past, the moment is goneI slip, fear gripsI fall backTime has past, no skies have changedMisplaced patterns, rearrangeWill this beMy last point of referenceGo blackMy willPut to restIn darkness descendWith a loss of controlThe next step is clearSuppressing what used to meI turn away