Who knows who we'll become
I see a shadow in the distance
Engine I can barely hear it hum
Running from the path of least resistance
Who knows who we'll become
Engine I can barely hear it hum
Running from the path of least resistance
Who knows who we'll become
Yours is a story I can fathom
Summoning the courage with your thumb
Show me what it means to cross a chasm
Who knows who we'll become
The heart is like a Siren in the window
Fallen angels beckon me to come
No one ever knows where I have been though
Who knows who we'll become
This poem also appeared in Clover.Poe, No. 1.