Almost There

He stands up on the stage
What will he see while looking down?
All the precious heads?
Or all the seeds he’s yet to sow?
“Maybe I’m the fake”
“Maybe I’m the fraud”
To change it in a sane or malicious way?
I’m caught in the wave again
The season’s delight of making my way through the herd
You’re falling away
I can’t stand keeping the lie
I could not pretend to forego
What will I say in this display?
Oh sure, I’ll lie
What will I face to win this race?
Broken eyes
We’re waiting on the call from what will not stand
I love how they can lead without us in mind
Fuck this curtain call for what will not stand
We’re almost there