Heedful perception Confined consciousness Your same cold climate, pop fashion Your self, grit, your science This world is inconstant, rimming with reckless want Shedding And the bane youth, conformed, has misused another ration A bitter view has no field to call home Deaf to the light, blind to the sage attainment Bearing brassy redwood stems And beholding steeply Outlive living, outlive the expiration date Curtains closing across your dais Stepping in front if you're able