My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid

Consistency is nature's way

To beat along the trodden path

with well-worn shoes and a woolen cap

pulled low below the eyes

to drag you down

You won't come round

To sleep is child's play

My dreamer, believer, be a little afraid

Between the paths of right and wrong, you stay,

and skate, and slide between

and dive between

each page of justice and morality

Feigning immortality

Creating your realities

All lines and angles

Fighting lions with angels

My dreamer, believer, be a little afraid

You're a rope stretched taut with both ends frayed

A knot for strength but not for length

Survivability being a relative word

It's more about depth than rate of breath

and exactly where is anyone's guess

Blinking, binding, tie it tight

watch as eyes turn gray

My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid

Hiding behind your debts to pay

and pale and balanced pride

Hold onto the pieces, lest one fall off

Cast them all up and will them aloft

Innocence is ordinary

Resonance extraordinary

Through blurring lines and turning times

are secrets, clouds in disarray

My dreamer, believer, you're a little afraid

With rising stakes and fatal quakes

it's no coincidence it rhymes with brave.