Wandering the pathways, pondering intently, waiting for the moment to rise.
Anxiousness taking hold, running low on time.
The clock strikes twice and so we wait.
The stars must first align.
Breaking through to absolute truth, what comes is what comes and must pass
A lifetime of taking and waking to play
Glamour is gone now, it’s all just a ruse
To gather us all in its grasp
Lifting a finger a stop to what’s been done would just change this madness for now
Tables turned ‘round yet minds left unchanged and alone.
The ends to the means is a means to the end
As we all swim in figure unchained.