נָפַל
Life has a way of changing perspective over time
Nothing is quite ever the same
Constantly rearranging memories ordered
And I am constantly reminded I am sane
Waiving the counsel
Of the only friends I have ever had
Everyone is willing to blame
Feeling the wave around me
Hold my breath as if it were my last
I slowly embrace the pain
And drift away in dismay
The distance between lightning and thunder
Is measured in relative ways
Nothing is ever quite what it seems
Wantonly interchanging theories of disorder
And I am haunted by the complexities
Probability waves surround me
Cold as death I re-live the past
Reborn to strive again
And drift away
Could this be the day we were striving toward
A bitter resolution indeed
Not our failure to thrive
Could this be the end we were hoping for
Face to face with our deeds
The seedy ones denied
I fancied stories of life never ending
And grown-ups privately pretending to believe
Our future was always to question not to
Manufacture Heaven inside our dreams
We are cowering to vague understanding
To the current ideology
We are perched on a precarious landing
Overlooking a turbulent sea
And the tide is rising
Invigorated, we embrace the taming
Of expectations denied
Sleeping prophets say the times are changing
With cataclysmic lullabies
Lay the whole world down to sleep
We are installing the engines of avarice
Sanctified by our greed
We proclaim to know all the answers to everything
Claiming what we need in disdain
We find we are searching for anything
Deprived of everything save need
We agree to harvest the wealth of existence
In the name of what we believe
Amen Re