Is the new day MIA?
Is it lying dead upon the ground?
Will the process go to waste?
Or is there time to stop and turn around?
It’s like a black swan
It’s not deliberate
It’s just a new cause
On which we predicate
At the station, next train babylon
I’m just wearing thin, I look around
In a renaissance that time forgot
Dread moving in, we’re headed down
And can we renegotiate? It’s obfuscating everyone
Emigrate all aspirations for our daughters and our sons
Camouflaging, a mirage, fool everyone
While we disarrange more each rotation around the sun
Passing out as we’re falling down
We need a black swan
To be deliberate
We need a new cause
We need a renegade