Transcending time in stepwise fashion
Desyncronized with fatal attraction
Limp legged jumping and falling
The crunch of snow snaps like a bone
Duck and weave the mental mauling
I'll make it home
I'll make it alone
High on time the seconds stretch on
The infinite "now" now rivals the past
Preaching philosophies 'till the masses catch on
Common sense is common at long last
If I'm the change I want to see
If my eyes are opened, what will the world be?