We stood upon the face of the world
And watched our slow revolution.
Minds caught in the infinite spiral,
between living, and forgetting.
We all step forward, hands together
walking with sure step and surer gaze
towards enlightenment, towards Gods or kings
our path is the same, but our goals differ.
For one step forward, we pay in kind.
Two steps away from victory.
Fighting the revolution, the cycle.
Turn away from apathy, we are unworthy.
Here we are, the endless cycle moving
ever onwards in unfeeling fury.
We stand on the face of the world,
and are unsure.
Struggling beneath of weight, like Atlas,
we all fall as the air that brings us life
collapses upon the fragile foundation.
Hand in hand, we all fall down.