The building spires collapse around the iconoclast To an impressive and loud reprise

The rubble freshly in place now kindly offers him grace And he opens his weary eyes

As he is starting to gaze around the eternal maze He feels his sides & stomach … aching

A tinge of buyer’s remorse, the cart before the horse His fingers & toes shaking

All the circumstance leading to a different view Extend the radius to that something new

First he wanted to sleep but then he settled for peace And he placed a light on the bed

He’s left the demons behind & now resolves to decide How he will not be misled

A fleeting glimpse of the path heals a rift from the past He sets off in a fevered trance

What were his final remarks, tiptoeing past the hearse And slowly breaks into a dance

All the scattered ash and the shattered glass left behind Could just as easily … tempt one to be unkind