Continuum

Gazing over the unbuilt From the air, a patchwork quilt Evergreen and unending Fenced off from our footsteps Then pockets of impact Crushing togethers of steel (glass and flesh) Toggling between these two illusions There is a grey area We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out Outward, outward We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out, we gotta move out We gotta move out Outward, outward Out into the continuum Not the sprawl of the before We gotta move out, we gotta move out