three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely

restitution of pavement, pomp and show, i seek a thousand answers, i

find but one or two, i maintain no discomfiture, my path again

renewed, against the grain, that's where i'll stay, swimming upstream,

i maintain against the grain, here labelled as a lunatic, sequestered

and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, ther's an

oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the

potential of the individual, against the grain..., the flow is getting

stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are

increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, it is your

right to seize the day, but in all your acquisitions you will soone be

swept away, against the grain..., there's a common consensus and a

uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it

sings "leve your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this

lulling sense of purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain...