Guerilla Toss

Future Doesn't Know

Guerilla Toss


Tracing sand, out in your land
Maze of you, Is it a clue?
God of resolution
Ask again, what do I do?
Who am I? And is it true?

I want an explanation
Where am I, and what is next?
Modern life, under a hex?
Solution to the question
Staring blank, without a guess

Just like me, it is a mess
Answer isn’t crystal
Future likes to play in the bay the seaside
Looking for a new life
Finger in a loop with a hand on a hip
He was following your pinstripes

Easy looks, over a book
Its a hook, that no one took
Fishing in the ether
Present said, who to the now
Is it true, without a sound?
Never seeming eager

Future doesn’t know
What’s at the ending
Future doesn’t know
What’s coming next
Mazes with no start
Leading to nothing
Fading to a pale
Mirror of me

So he asked, do I exist?
Its a twist, I coexist
With everyone around me

Guess it means, that I should be
As a dream, and so I scream
Only and forever
Tactical, yet linear
Circular, you never were

Trapped inside a coil
Is it real, or is it fake?
Is it fate, or will it break?
The fabric of the realness
Future likes to play in the grey by the nightlight

Looking for a new strife
Elbowing the next, so in love with a hex
Even when I'm on the bright side
In a land where life is bland
You can't stand, to understand

Repetition growing
Does it seem, that it was real
Broken there, right at the seal
No one ever knowing

Future doesn’t know
What’s at the ending
Future doesn’t know
What’s coming next
Mazes with no start
Leading to nothing
Fading to a pale
Mirror of me