some people sit around- pretending
some people know they know- the truth
some people might even say- they're flying
some people think it's all, bad news.
but when you're sick and tired- of waiting
just look to the sky- for proof
the weather is just about- a changing,
something new, is blowing in
the streets aligned with little people- waiting
for what, they know- not
unless
they're one of the few
who know- they knew
the truth