Are we who we thought we'd make it out to see?
Is this the crossing grounds?
That I've heard so much sound about?

Will we choose and never choose again?
Or will we loose and forever loose the chance?

Life seems so bleak laid out before us
constructed and deconstructed through a system that is,
Our legacy.

But whose to say,
What will come of us?

Direction, Direction, Direction.
But whose to say,
We need one...