I counted the seconds. As they passed me by like hours. Avoiding contact with the world. That seeks to find me. . Somehow they've found a way. Of making me the firing range.
Make my decisions, carry my flame. Reading my lines for the camera's stare. Sentenced to follow. . Mental incisions easy to trace. Recycled all of my daily rhymes.
I shivered and listened. To a cold night's warning. I've never walked closer. To the edge of the dawning. . Every step that I take. Could carry me homeward.
Rising resistance decision to abort. Plan of peace in danger. This weight on our shoulders, much too heavy now to hold. Dreams of high cards, now have been thrown fold.
Holy, this night that I pray. From the womb of my dying mother. The blood of her thigh reveals her shame. . The scanning and screening my mind. Wasn't born to cry my heart out.
An early warning. Forging notes that never die. The air now rings with dissonant sound. . Screaming our last prayer. For this cross that we bare grows much heavier.
Captured in this sequence. I lust for days of promise passing by. Another place, another time. Another ship of fools I am on. . Oh, they go nowhere. Should I feel this way?.