The Final Score

Wander on through the haze, Mark the passing of your days. Accelerate the pace you set – But every debt is finally met. Every debt is finally met. Signal the one with silent schemes, Signal the specter of your dreams, The double-dealer, the hollow prize: Tell them the path where the end-line lies. Tell them the final score is drawn. Build your walls with a hidden hand, Draw up the blueprints you have planned. But surely as the tide will change: The truth will eventually arrange! Oh, you can race through the open field! Seek a shield that will never yield! But the horizon will eventually fade – The debt you made is now displayed! Midthousand thoughts, at the zero hour, When silence holds a strange new power. A resonance from within the mind, A clarity I could not define. The air it hummed with a subtle sound, The very ground it felt unwound. I heard a frequency align, A voice that said: "The choice is mine." Oh, you can race through the open field! Seek a shield that will never yield! But the horizon will eventually fade – The debt you made is now displayed! Signal the schemer! Signal the one who waits alone! The light is on, the truth is known. The horizon will eventually fade...