and we are here

"but it's not too late,"

said the magician,

"the future is near

and we are here

gasping for air

wondering foul or fair?

swimming against the current tide

against all the men who lied

hoping to reach the other side

where the grass is greener

the nights wondrous and bright

where the days find small animals at rest and at play

finding comfort in everything they hear and say."

and there is a cloud sitting heavy on the ground

making it impossible to clearly look around

there is a dawn searching for the rising sun

and an ending before the story has truly begun

"but it's not too late,"

said the magician,

"the future is near

and we are here

gasping for air

wondering foul or fair?

swimming against the tide

against all the men who lied

hoping to reach the other side."