a great storm rages
in the shrinking distance
the air is thick with potential

chaos grows
within it's depths
random unleashead

ride or hide
when powers collide
the way that you live
is the way that you die

ripped apart
and thrown away
scattered and shattered
peer into the fray

a fleeting glimpse
of innocence
lost long ago
the greatest show

was it a dream?
so it would seem.
even so,
what does it mean?

too much to hold
the city of gold
it's hard to just be
with infinity

a vague feeling i get
which i never regret
a light at the end
hope 'round the next bend