Maybe it is time to turn to the old paper and ink Maybe it is time to redefine the necessities And separate the luxuries Time to walk the skyscrapers The bridges, the skywalks To sit in sweat soaked taxi seats Time to get drenched under the umbrella Time to end an era And go back to the roots that have bled for me
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.