Everything Is Gradual

everything is eventual then it's happening -- we're moving in circles at a steady pace the city got new search-lights pointing at the sky looking for a miracle in the clouds hanging there worried about the things they've got to do, like the war on terror, H1N1, your money and it's true everyone wishes the rain would break the high tide, the flooding for god's sake what are we going to do? with a predilection for an immediate look from any third eye cave - i am in that tunnel i am the rave... rolling down the main streets rolling down past the ignored miracle you are rolling down where you can buy everything from a gun to a slave what are you supposed to do at the dead-end of our collective mind round and round neutral flowing and changing every lil' bit suspended precariously like a platter on a hardrive a hard hard drive