Endlessly in Motion

Can we rise to assemble ourselves, searching intent to recover and sense of
what we have built
Can we process our intellectual, to re-become, to have the process undone
Without the dedicated intent, the inner core will sacrifice, disintegrate
Endlessly in motion the failing system takes us if our center is erased we look
inside
To gather self, regenerate, recover sense
Can we rise to assemble ourselves
Utilizing anger and hate we live in vein
Can we rise to assemble ourselves
Realign with our intent, or will we continue this hell?
Dig deep inside, We are all one, can we still rise?