Empires rise, empires fall
Who’s to blame, for it all
Or could it be, a stack of dominoes
Knocked over again
By a child not yet known
Travel here, travel there
Looking around, to compare
Or could it be, finding your way home
Born so far
Reading signs that are grown
It might not seem real, until you feel
Or could it be, layers peeled
It may be old, it might be new
Or could it be, a modern tune
Jumping quick, falling bricks
Leap before, you ever look
Or could it be, instinct won the day
Confusing dreams
With the scene that’s played
Run a race, find your place
Reenact, with a game
Or could it be, turtles biding time
Crawl and swim
Pace the win so goes the line
It might not seem real, until you feel
Or could it be, layers peeled
It may be old, it might be new
Or could it be, a modern tune
Score or settle, find your mettle
Stay for a while, heat a kettle
Or could it be, resetting what you’ve planned
New doors explored
From the core and make a stand
Still or fight, who is right
A world of change, a farther sight
Or could it be, both along the way
Rest to leap
Too dry to weep, rings are displayed
It might not seem real, until you feel
Or could it be, layers peeled
It may be old, it might be new
Or could it be, a modern tune