a train station
with a nation overlooking the cliff
we’re on the drift
with dull senses, sharp mind
hand your ticket
to the picket line protester in charge
we’re still at large
with short tempers, long knife
trouble brews
as the clues bring the puzzle together
we’re keepin clever
open vision, closed eyes
tuck and roll
in control as we thicken the plot
we’re never caught
with curved angles, straight lines
and we run