To leave from this tale follow closely ahead Prepare to exist by the living & dead Too slow or too kind or too wary of those too at ease Past all the buried impressions of then Sullen drawn eyes and expressions to mend Continued through mirrors left broken to sing and be heard Through when it seems all the senses are lost to absurd So the part where we are Trapped in active depart In the fate of the stars No, not one who we are No control; pumping heart Button pressed; mind in art Mind control Mind restart To leave from the present with no source of sound They laugh because silence is never around Ignored and forgotten the past may continue to breathe Feared not a rest by this desolate friend Whose patience revealed what intent comes to send With a stare at a hole in the world comes a lust to be high Above all the dark nested clouds that keep guard of the sky So the part where we are Trapped in active depart In the fate of the stars No, not one who we are No control; pumping heart Button pressed; mind in art Mind control Mind restart Step onto the ferris wheel Round for day & night Lost in what's forever more Complacent in its reasons for Give and take Sleep and wake and Pray for day and might to come Again we see there's certainty in What we feel and what we've heard Again we see there's certainty in Expectations all the same