The sirens scream wanton attention
Time to take heed and change direction
Time to take stock and make omissions
Time to take leave of formal functions
Time to plant seeds of reconstruction
More time, this time, to feign reluctance
It's like you're waiting for a diamond shore to wash your way
Bets put aside, you're evil
Let's crawl into your face
A vision, vague or not, raising a frightful wake-you-up
There was a solemn man who watched his twilight disappear
(in the sand)
Altered by a fallen eagle, a warning sign..
He sensed worry could be strength, with a plan he said time for...