The quest is becoming a question
Answers are far out of reach
Caught in the rolling momentum
Watching the tailing regime
Looking tor calm but bewildered
Blueprints are ripped out and burned
Starting anew from the ashes
Hoping that lessons are learned
And chains
Chains will be broken
The photographs tell me it happened
But I don't remember a thing
Conditions that brought revolution
The clatter of metal on streets
You don't live here you survive it
It all comes apart at the seams
Mounting disarticulation
Increasingly weak
Setting the earthquakes in motion
There's no turning back after this
Whatever has happened stays happened
It's the future I want to embrace
I'm grateful tor time I've been given
Aware of the choices to make
Footprints I've left will be covered
By footsteps that I've yet to take