our infrastructure is hidden under layers of forgotten time
take care of today every day, tomorrow takes care of itself
the past is the past and though we cannot live there i visit often
it’s hard to feel safe when the headline says panic maybe that’s their goal
every moment is a point in time where we decide the future
we filter the world through the prisms we create and hold us captive
even as times change we want that which has been true to always be true
i’m a meteor some mornings, adrift in space or so i believe
sometimes our hard work is only a placeholder for something better
our lives are contained in a series of boxes of our own making
uptown jack 