Tomorrow's Recognition Video (MV)

Tomorrow, these cobbled streets will be
Emptied of mob justice, desolate and lonesome
All but you, a child, and the wind chasing you
Its breath will cool every lily its fingers caress
Its steps will dance with discarded trash

A display of pageantry to gather attention
To communicate that all will be well
But you won't notice

Your eyes
Will focus on
Another violent dancer, a waltzing danse macabre
Exhaling fear and pestilence

Solitude will be a harsh reality
A new normality
This child will cite no scientific classification
Disinformation, causation, nor culprit

In this new world ordered they'll recognize
Only childhood's death, innocence lost

After years of abstract wars against terror
Sickness, culture, and foreign sovereignties
They'll recognize everyone unified in seclusion
And isolation, the world a prison
A system not on your side, always
Demanding allegiance and alliance

That's when I'll recognize sadness, betrayal
A sickness unto death, the child fractured
The same as my reflection
I'll want to comfort the child away from ruin
But who would listen to a stranger imprisoned

The Governor will appear while the wind
Dances around you, with beauty wooing
Your heart; The Governor will
Hold a balloon, as if a sanctuary
From your pain and presence