Riding

We've been riding all night and the skies that diminish

Are right to be known

We've been finding insight, what 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 and reverse when we drive

So we'll never arrive

We were silent before, but we're not anymore

Now we'll even 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 shallowing nights

Soon will never be right