I don’t have to wait
for the ages and ages hence.
One will do, it’s been enough.
Though the lights were yellow
I thought were green
when I told you I knew what awaited,
I went, we go, it’s what we do.
We’re not made as sentries stand,
but split the flame in every word,
Take two for every one,
the first in every last,
in every waving hand.