The powerful machines of time, the gears are turning, never slowing
Dreams and nightmares of our mind, the madness is ever growing
The earth turns on her axis swiftly, consistently, efficiently flowing
As if a ship without a direction, while storm winds are blowing
Future unclear, as we go forward, the destination is unknown
How can we know our path, without a guide, can we ever dream
Our world is not serene we must find that on our own, and find hope
We must transcend life to then ascend, we must discover it
In every last second of time, we must find it, upon our own
