With the Burning Sun

As the fog rolls in, the early morning mist
All your plans are gone, but so are the bricks
Going slow or fast, the compass is you
Lost from the tracks, all you see is new
How far you stumble, for days or years
Before you learn, what caused the fears
One after another, the dominoes fall
History written, from what you saw
Connecting together, try to see the puzzle
Don’t try to speak, you will be muzzled
Running faster and higher, in you own mind
Maybe too much, blurring the signs
Stop or go, a part of the show
Howl at the moon, for more to know
No answers you’ll hear, but the ringing will clear
A day in the life, gone are shears
One more round, before back to the town
Will it be enough, to break the crown
You never will know, until you’re done
Hear the crow, with the burning sun