With the pink of a new day, we reach for the lever
Just another pull on the massive fountain of youth
Forever chasing the sunset
We round the hills of compromise
To spy the valleys of fortune
But we won't wander this path
Because it's been laid by other travelers before us
We are the hunters and collectors of the new
We are the trackers of something original and rare
Like the cave of Aladdin in the maw of the desert
The Kwisatz Haderach
Feet dusted with righteous sand
And the eyes brittle, a religious scope sun devils feed on the corners
Of every crack of hope
And yet we carry on
This beduin train
Of experimental glory and innocent gain
To be immortal, one must survive the banality of time and its usual customers
Stare down the opposition and laugh in the face of ridicule
I am the abstract traveler here for only one thing
Experience
