The President of nothing, the ground beneath his feet
He’s digging with his bare hands, the sedimented,
Suffocated layers of deceit
The President of nowhere, the borders closing in
When even as his dreams come true, they compromise
And minimize the space he dreams them in
One stone, the avalanche and what is swept away?
And who will tell of those who walked and those who crept away?
One stone, the avalanche and what is left exposed?
The ribs of bitter memory that never decomposed
The President of chaos doesn’t know which god to trust
But getting by without one isn’t easy since the certainties
Of science bit the dust
The President of absence in a discontinued post
Is finding out the hardest way to wrestle with
The unforgiving almost living ghost
What finds life when the ice thaws?
Ideas colder than cold wars
Chorus: to end – One stone, the avalanche