Most lives are lived in a circle
Cycles that repeat endlessly
Reliving all of the yesterdays
And molding the future into its likeness
There are a few brave souls
Who dream of a new beginning
An end to the troubles of yesteryears
A tomorrow that is not graven in stone
With them lies all hope
For what most would consider lunacy
To them is merely the beginning
How can a few change the cycle?
How can they break traditions of old?
By believing in themselves
As well as in others
By loving all as Brothers
or is this just Our
Shared Maddness ?

~ Mousy 1999 ~