Being above it, it above being
Stuck in transit. Red light flashes.
Rolling back and forth, back and forth. Will we ever get there - does it even matter?
Everything is changing, but time stands still. I can no longer fee the air.
It doesn’t even matter.
Time is the fire in which we burn
My heart is your heart. Your heart is Braveheart.
We are man, we are thought, we are story.
