I don't seem to get the meaning in making more meek men suffer man made rules

 

Its a never ending cycle of tips and tunes and steps and breaks

 

Eyeing the moving hands, 

 

While the ticking tock of the clock keeps us from inhaling serenity

 

So you have to *Gasp, 

 

Until the world finds an end to 

 

The madness of these questions

 

Like why the electrical wires inside of us 

 

Are controlled by the circuit board of fear?

 

Until we choose to diffuse this bomb inside of us,

 

Then we are repaired forever more

 

 

Change... comes from a tiny speck of dust 

 

That saw an opportunity to live and become more 

 

Than it was ever supposed to be. 

 

To fulfill the never ending evolution of this changing revolution 

 

That is you and me 

 

And me and you 

 

And us and our future selves 

 

Because life is a complex array of twists and turns 

 

And walls that seem to have no doors 

 

And forever lead into an abyss until wait, stop... There you are. 

 

 

You'll find yourself in a world of discovery 

 

And you'll realize you are standing on possibilities welcome mat.

 

Now what do you do with this thing you've finally got so close to? 

 

Leave rejection alone in the void of dark hues

 

Because you are an orb filled with inspiration 

 

Needing to fly to new elevations 

 

To be led on an unexpected exploration 

 

Just try not to desert yourself and give in to the devils temptations 

 

 

It's a journey that may lead to you... or me. 

 

Or the middle of nowhere 

 

Because then and only then you feel you can rest 

 

And look back on the glory that was your flight. 

 

And remember saying, "well maybe I'll start now".