Innovation only comes when the time is near
Your state of mind determines it's meaning
Half-hearted action leaves empty trails
There is only one way to truth
Textures become faded memories
As days grow into aeon
Inclination to nostalgia
Nights emerge into rareform
Pathways are laid before me
Which one do I choose
Logical security
Becomes solidarity
Trails will be left behind me
What tale will they tell
Each day grows closer
And each day grows dimmer
Two headed monster
Only one will win
Choices become change
Vitality
Revision sets in
Innovation
We set the standards
We are in charge of who we will become