driving home at half speed.
a power line stretched across
the highway.
birds perched lazily
in a dot, dot, dash formation.
are they trying to tell me something?
Ten years down the road What will we have to show? Except a few empty words and hollow songs Big slogans and catchy tunes Are all well meaning schemes But it's up to us to live our dreams
Dot-Dot-Dash I'm calling out an S.O.S. Are we a threat? Or is our revolution dead?
Out of touch but I still believe So where does that leave me? Searching for a method to all this madness Do the answers even exist?
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Ten years down the road
What will we have to show?
Except a few empty words and hollow songs
Big slogans and catchy tunes
Are all well meaning schemes
But it's up to us to live our dreams
Dot-Dot-Dash
I'm calling out an S.O.S.
Are we a threat?
Or is our revolution dead?
Out of touch but I still believe
So where does that leave me?
Searching for a method to all this madness
Do the answers even exist?
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