Flowing like oceans.
Sinking like stones.
Breath like cold vapor.
We have become this.
Our will, broken.
Our silence, stolen.
Continue the fight.
Resist, no flight.
Life is simple.
The codes just un-simplify.
Shipwrecks on the coast.
Flowers on the banks.
Figures on the hill.
Beckoning for some sort of motion.
Reality sinks to the depths.
All is wrong.
All is right.
We have but one choice.
Our voice, our voice.
Change shakes the corridor.
Forget what you know.
Let it flow.