I have been watching
the crumbling of this place
Although the streets are filled with souls
between is just empty space

Those that stood together
have left behind just a trace
of the power that unity
can give to us in this race

Everywhere around me
I see suffering and disgrace
Bonds unwoven, hearts are broken
in the corridors of this maze

The preacher man will tell you
that he’s acting with God’s good grace
But he’s never seen God’s creation
only spectres in the haze

On the edge of midnight, silently we wait
for the great decider to parcel out our fate
Will the great unwinder finally have its day?
or will we rise together, stand and block its way?

There is great potential
in the challenge that we face
But there is so much happening
that it is hard to keep the pace

For so many centuries
there was time enough to wait
But that time is lost now
we must act before it’s too late

Arrogance and ignorance?
Or elegance and salience?
Blind acceptance is no way
to solve the problems we face today

All the lies that we are told
can be undone if we are bold
The truth is sometimes hard to see
We are love and light and we are free

Don’t believe what they tell you on TV
Don’t accept their theories of a doomed reality
Don’t put your faith in anyone, especially not me
Keep your faith for yourself, in this is sanity

But do not take this to mean
that you should not trust
But trust should be intelligent
not based on need or lust

Politicians talk
without saying anything
But everyone is blinded
by the assurances that they bring

On the edge of midnight, silently we wait
for the great decider to parcel out our fate
Will the great unwinder finally have its day?
or will we rise together, stand and block its way?

Arrogance and ignorance?
or elegance and salience?
Blind acceptance is no way
to solve the problems we face today

All the lies that we are told
can be undone if we are bold
The truth is sometimes hard to see
We are love and light and we are free

Dreams achieved become memory
Dreams left undone continue as fantasy
Tangents of a soul’s trajectory
No time for calculation, you’ve got to pilot manually

Abandon your desire to succeed
This game is played with incredible speed
There is not enough time to reap the rewards
Nor enough to be secure, or to ever be bored

Deny your impulse to fail
You can’t hide your tracks or cover your trail
We are all naked for the world to see
Either you live as a slave or strive to be free

Beryond the barrier of repulsion and desire
Beyond the categorization of eternity
Above and below, within and without
All angles are saturated with uncertainty

This precious infinity, one moment is all we ever see
Yet, by process, we define the chronology of “me”
Clinging to this infantile sense of continuity
A toy for a child, a need for normalcy

Moment after moment, filed categorically
Continually veiling the luminescent infnity
Deny this sequence, this accursed library
Abandon all concepts, and don’t do it conceptually

From the void, desires are being born
Each breath that one takes, another is taking form
But in the space between all thoughts, on the crest of every wave
A quiet voice is speaking out amidst the chaos and the pain

And if you notice it sometime, it does not judge, it does not blame
Your regrets and your desires, to it they seem just the same
But in the space between all thoughts, on the crest of every wave
A quiet voice is speaking out amidst the chaos and the pain

And it’s asking you a question: are you the one I’m looking for?
If you’re not I will stop asking, and I will trouble you no more
A simple willingness to listen, and a little time to kill
are the only requirements you might need to fulfill

If you think you might be willing, if you could maybe spare the time
To have a little conversation with the voice of the divine
But I know you are so busy, and I see your heart it isn’t mine
So I guess I’ll go and ask another, if they’d like to see me shine

I might stop back to see you, on the flip side of a rhyme
But chances are we will not meet again until the moment that you’re dying

The whole thing can be forgotten
as swiftly as a wave
that cascades back down the sandy shore
removing the folly of the castles we’ve made

We have learned of this world only to hold it
as if we possess it, as if it were our own

To keep it all in our memory’s hoard
And to doubt all other worlds set before us

And thus fated, set before us all
Our life’s path, our particular thrall

The spirit of “luck” deciding it all
The writing upon the proverbial wall

Fate finally becomes destiny
when we make the crucial choice:
To consciously craft what we believe

Coincidence only becomes synchronicity
when we are able to deny the reality
of the forms that we perceive

Welcome to my corner of the web. I intend to post a variety of written songs and poems on this site as time goes along, and eventually I will post up mp3s of the songs and a streaming player for them. I am on hiatus from making music, as for the time being the focus will be on The Wayfarer’s Compass, and promoting The Wayfarer’s Tale.

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