Notion to notion
World's away from it's summation
Till a shape of destiny show's
Here and now, the voice of indication
Paces with a stare...
Reason's behind the wall of sound
Places we know can, but took too seriously?
Where has a meant season, saved art allowed?
With the dance of harmony, we foretell as a body's key
The tooth we know, looking for devotion
The truth we owe, for out a sincere oddity
The tendency we go, with once in motion
Meticulous, the voice we hear
Time in its round about, turn with patience
Of the common prowess, to fulfil a world
Saying to us and them, do thoughts age?