Perceptions: The Winds Of Time

The winds of time
Changing forever what we will know
To be true
In our hearts

Cataclysm of humanity
Stretching the earth
And existence
To fit our perceptions

The dark clouds
Dictate our perceptions
We are ruled by our fears
Pushing us onward

We strangle ourselves
Make martyrs of our kin
In the struggle to survive
To postpone death

Searching for magic
For the carnival con
Seeking security
At any price

Afraid of the work
That needs to be done
Afraid of the effort
Required to change