Times

These intrinsic times, these pickled motions of interest, they punctuate the sun & scuttle the earth;Floating around the highest towers can be truth & reason hiding behind the cloud of a peasants revolt;Living forward we can only move, the path which those in a generation may not care;We must unite the contrast & hear the sound of reason before it passes in the air;From whence we came & where we go there's little meaning other than now & little more than all we care.