Now is the year
Of our least intent
Fine consequences
With great wills bent
Paved misdirection
Along that highway
Where we arrive
With nothing to say
Silent and secret
Casting our votes
As freedom devours
Sheep and goats
Traveling hard
And dreaming long
Following blindly
For the mind is strong
It can hear dreams
And not a word
Campaign speeches
Void and absurd
Walk this freeway
Of good intentions
To the promised ends
Of social institutions
Until one discovers
Bloody are our feet
As freedom dissipates
In political deceit
Only to glance back
From the tight reigns
Shared glass and lies
Is all that remains
