3.Riding
We've been riding all night and the skies that diminish are
right to be known
We've been finding insight in 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 describe or outlast all that
cluttered and cast
A dispirting light through our shallowing nights soon will never
be right
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