We Don't Dance for Coins

If I have left my head
Please tell me
If off this cliff I've led you
Then pull me
If I found a way
To wrap you in splendor
A transparent array
Of times to explore..

The thing is

When the box they've put you in
Gets wrinkled from the storm
Scrape the mud and wipe the blood
Find a new way to reform

Because we're all chasing the same things
Though our paces may not sync
Our goals and would-be lives
Whether not the chance arrives
Our dreams are linked

When you think more than
What the TV tells you to
You open new
Ways to show
The things you know are right

This shall be your wisdom flight