Sequence VII: Lighthouse

And where will we be tomorrow
If we do not leave today?

The more we wait for things to change
The more they stay the same
And the more they stay the same
We change.

With all the floodgates opened
Walls of water at our heels
Where do we go from here?
Where we will turn to?
With all the shouldered load
With all the limitless possibilities.

Like birds of passage flying free
Aimlessly soaring
Between time and space sorrow and joy.

Through the night and undergrowth
We set out for the sea
Peering adsorbing consuming
And nothing ever good enough.

No river too wide
No ocean too deep
No mountain too high
The myriads of open roads.

Wayfarers at the crossroads
There's always more than this never more than this
Eyes elude the landmarks
And the flame is swallowed now.

No river too wide
No ocean too deep
No mountain too high
The myriads of open roads.

Every river too wide
Every ocean too deep
Every mountain too high
The myriads of open roads.