Capsule

Sliding up and down our paths
No yellow brick road
Stumbling on the cracks of guilt and sorrow
Turning
Towards a serenade that pulls your heart-strings
Single file parade of soldiers marching
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire
Howling telepathic lies that feed our egos
Morning turns to night and then to. .. morrow?
Soaring, towards that bitter age with memories borrowed
Single file parade of L. Frank Baumers
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire
Corners. .. will we go around the ones for «success»?
Moving in a town of lows with high crests
Countdown:
Where do legends crawl in troops of grandeur?
Rebels at a bar with notions so «pure».
We don’t know what our strengths hold
We connive to take our holy weaknesses in stride
Take the mighty capsule if you dare
Leave the age of reason to Voltaire