With anguish and vertigo
in a perpetual state of war
who cares who wins
at such a high cost
if time travel exists could we
escape the madness
is it a foregone conclusion
brilliant minds are cancelled
through an off the cuff comment
the sap of trees is scattered to
the breeze in all its viscosity
paupers and kings have been
sorted at birth
who guards the gates?
the gatekeepers will be judged
by the revolutionary tribunal in good time
says the white faced mime
teardrops fall on the freeway
where have you gone justice
where have you flown young love
what will inspire the next genius
cash in your chips before they're gone
in a dark mood I'll find you and I'll come to remind you
that even though we might not be able to change each other
we just someday might be able to change ourselves/myself