the world's gone mad but business ain't bad people living rough but the bank can't get enough we think that we know it all but we don't do it the sky is the limit but there's a hole going through it
I don't think I was wrong leaving this place the names are the same but it's got a different face I've changed and I've grown a better life I chased but somewhere on the journey I missed something in my haste
going on a journey to catch up with my past I want to see it all so I'm not going fast look around me things are not the same developed the land where we used to play games
watching the sky change colour day to night night to day the real no pyrotechnics no perfect views nature providing the soundtrack welcome to the old days
before the light disappears I stare into the sky clouds have taken on a tinge of colour horizon beckons my thoughts somewhere out there is my daydream place where the past mingles with now such a feeling of calm I wish I could stay
it's evening close the day behind me my eyes are tired nothing to do but relax into my pre final daily ritual the glass is primed the moon flowers once more this is hope
life is for everyone let's not interfere because it makes us feel right why waste energy trying to change and rearrange complexities that we will probably never fully understand
So Standing in the middle of a deserted Walkway I Hear No sound Unusual in a big city To hear No sound The urban crane lies quiet As does The crawling Caterpillars Regeneration is the term For communal execution But change is dictated So change must replace Amen
Green shoots pry Into his house The gardener waits Listening in silence And fails They talk They plan Up the stairs He is there Our roots are not yet strong enough But He is weak Wait That noise Rain We grow
Tanned faces in the winter of hope Lasting forever Distant perhaps Remote This life despairs all who come to pass Knowledge is regression Time however Never lasts