The current of time
Has us scrambling in place
Wandering within the mind
Revealing to us a new face

Truth is written on glass (mirror)
We accept or reject its wisdom
Fear is written in neon light (media)
Ever a focus within a man made prism

There must be a point, in which we all come to a higher even noble understanding. But history may tell us it's not that simple.

Perhaps there is a key
In the waves within this storm
Perhaps people will see
The value of the silence we ignore

In any case
The waves of information
Rise and fall like the sun
In any case
We pave the way of confirmation
Trust me, it's only just begun

But stand steady
And patiently wait for facts rather than quickly believe controversy.

All answers come in due time

Passion grows in weathered storms

Revel in the chaos's
Dwell in the calms
The truth is this
Truth is in your palms (your hands)