Overture:
there’s an inferno in my mind,
racing me across the tightrope
screaming for release
i’ll meet you on the other side ...

Start:
we’ll fly away on an empty plane,
then escape through a time machine
from this world where we
are not free to be you and me

Middle:
orthodoxy is to be shot down -
we’re inflicting battle wounds
to the heart and soul of the norm
it cannot weather most storms

The Big Finale:
the barrier is breached; the walls were
only paper, such as our own defense -
although we talked a good game,
and we won, just the same.

Epilogue:
account for the losses, dole out evenly
the spoils of war to the victors:
you, me, we, i, myself, also us.
we won! where did everyone go?