Sound waves shame the schism of the hemispheres,
Lost and found like anomalies,
Drawing battles out of thin veneers,
And a fading sense of honesty
Your baggage claims you at the gate,
Zipping fast like mood swings,
It finds itself in front of fate,
Each and every bite it brings
Crafting laughter from the silence,
Making names so hastily,
Your open discourse leads to violence,
This vision is now hazy
You'll see yourself a carousel,
A distant faction at the edge,
The rise and fall of broncos,
So steadily they're all abridged,
Mechanically outpaced and flanked,
By armies standing at the ridge,
Of time