I flew well-designed eyes over the glowing Earth
It felt like the mad suspense of a psychedelic trip,
Like the buildings were about to lift off into space.

(Or maybe come crashing to the ground)

I knew I was born
In a time of great change.

In my youth I wondered
If I'd ever be great.

It seemed easy enough,
But what got in my way?

I was a minor genius with major anxiety
I believe that I hold nascent wonders inside of me
Tonight. Is there anything left
Remaining of me?

What have I done? What can you see?

I swing my leg over
And get on my bike.

I ride to the bus stop
Unborn work in my eyes.

I hope that you love me
Hope when I try
To give meaning to life
That you'll find it worthwhile.

And where are you now? You dimension in time!
Along the same thread of the Nothing Divine
In any direction just distance will find
Us romancing again, revolution no. 9