At which point does one cease preparing,
At what point does one start?
In what way does one reconcile caring
With aloof, mystic art?
The seer he sees but does not change
The warrior fights but does not save
The thief he steals but does not give
The blind they move but do not live
The muse she sings but does not create
The broken they build but do not elate
The wheel it turns but does not travel
The threads they fray but do not unravel
Where is the breaking
Where is the second act?
All have rehearsed their lines
But none have made the pact.
Whence come the horses?
Are they already here?
Always, always, always it seems
The time of change is near.

(TimeSTOP)