First among men. Last among them.
Cut across lines of difference in the blinding light.
What has been. What will be.
It’s not written in stone and we go blind to see.
This is the road we take.
Open our hands. And so we are released.
Abandon our abandonments and rise from our knees.
What has been. What will be.
All things shifting, sliding shatter our beliefs.
This is the road we take.
A path we go, we never know we’ll know.
We’ll walk the path we know.
Walk the path. Go.
What’s this new way?
We can’t see it, they say.
What’s this new day?
Can’t believe it, they say.
Once more reading signs.
Can’t believe it because we’re all blind.
First one in.
First one down.
First one lost and…
First one found.