Riding

We've been riding all night under skies that diminish

Our right to be known

We've been finding insight when we knew to be right

From the day we were born

Every day is the last, only further in time

From the will of the past

So we circle and strive in reverse when we drive

So we'll never arrive

We were silent before but we're not anymore

Now we're evening the score

We'll describe and dissect every secret effect

That lay hid behind doors

There was time in the past to prescribe or outlast

All that cluttered and cast

A dispiriting light through our shallow winged night

Soon we'll never be right