A mind ensnared by a vision
of darker days to come.
So many roads lie left unwandered.
An impulse to follow.

Seasons roaming over landscapes
so gleaming and coma white.
The ridges and cliffs of plastic.
An epitome of monoliths.
I have no regrets left that used to be.
Adaptation in all its purest forms.
The cheers that greet the saviors.

So will we protest?
Will we abide?
I do not know where this will lead.
For a heartbeat please stay close.
What good are wings if there is no sky in which to soar?
Snow envelops the concrete walls.
I do not know where this will lead.