In the Kingdom of the Blind the One-Eyed Are Kings
If it were within, within our powerBeyond the reach of slavish prideTo no longer harbour grievances.
Behind the mask's opportunist's facadeWe could welcome the responsibilityLike a long lost friendAnd re-establish the laughterIn the dolls house once again.
For time has imprisoned us in the order of our yearsIn the discipline of our waysAnd in the passing of momentary stillnessWe can see our chaos in motion, our chaos in motionWe can see our chaos in motionView our chaos in motion