Anyway, Everything

Dreams of the Machine #4

Anyway, Everything

Everything is noise In the darkened room you find yourself The electric crackle of thousands of voices The hum of the machines

Old frameworks crumble Upgrading one part of the system Exposes the weakness in another

The fool leads And the magician cracks the whip from behind Our lumbering party Won’t let this crisis go to waste

A new voice rises She lets them take over the area Waits to see who is loyal and who is not She continues Watches the sun rise Over the valley of paradise in the morning

New orders rise Everything must change Anyway, everything