We're all dust in the air, with the free will to decide how to passively float

As the wind blows, the leaf cannot hide, it can't decide when to fall

How can I flaunt to know?

The collective projection shows, our path has been written on walls

How can I flaunt to know?

The digital shields through which we see the world

The flock never stops, my loved ones, I cannot abandon

I must leave my mark now, before it's too late

So wide, so bright, it will never abate

There's no magic, no strings attached, but the current is strong

The sands slowly flow, and with it, who I was before

I know my way, at least the general direction to follow

The flock never stops, my loved ones, I cannot abandon

I must leave my mark now, before it's too late

Before I meet my end, my mark will be left on the sands of time