You can't stop the race.nPeople moving in place.nRunning a crooked path from place to place to place. nPaved in gold. nThe chords from which we hang, weaken everyday.nThey beg for strength, but they are blessed by our blade.nQuestions on our minds.nBuildings on the risenDiamonds, instead of our eyes and corporate fights.nnO'busy, busy, bees walking to and from, what if we close our eyes?nWhat if we can't wake up?nI hope you all rest in peace. nI hope you find what your looking for.nBut if that is all that you got, well, there's got to be more. nnThey lay carpet that's made of red and we walk paths made of gold but we are blind just past the nose in this tree covered earth.nYes, that is right.nCan we disappear from all we got? nWe are scattered on God's grace but we are a drip,nwe are a flash,nwe are a mist,nwe are a speck,nbut we got time.