ask your questions to the wind
validate your soul, acknowledge your existence
it isn’t the answers that matter
but the currents parted with each doubt
the alternative routes opened
with each flat tire

the universe is ever expanding
so long as we break the walls that close us in
search and destroy the convents
make not a city of angels
but a world engulfed with the flames of resurrection–

rise, starting from the inside
corrode the chains that bind you
with hope so near foolishness
with faith so near damnation– rise