AVANT SOUL

	If we lose track of these hours
	If we let minutia pilot the planes
	Then the minutes explode without resonance
	And our distraction makes kindling for flame

What is most criminal when corruption surrounds us?

If we have learnt anything --- from the towers, 
It is how to be empowered --- to not be enslaved by time,
To not lose track of the timelines of hours
To not let life be enslaved by bastards, or powers,
To not let a lack of core achievement be our personalized crime.

	When blame's to be lost in much detail
	When blame then forgoes the core task
	When blame's to be lost in the clutter
	When blame then makes criminal our past.

They say all the terrorists are the same
They find all the villains quite ruinous
But ev'ryone I know is smothered in detail
And much conscience is covered in paper.
Such is the fame of flamed towers,
Should we let minutia pilot our personal planes.

	It isn't terrorists or assassins
	It isn't the shrapnel exploding
	It isn't sharpened swords --- isn't bloody words imploding
	When daily we meet with doors of minutia,
	Daily we greet old, tired doors.

You ask to face core principles
You ask about procrastination unmasked
You lecture about lasting friendships
Yet where's the still uncompleted task?

	Ev'ryone I know is smothered in detail
	Ev'ryone I know is in smothering flames
	Ev'ryone I know is holy mothering papers
		What use is the fame of flamed towers
			If you let minutia pilot your personal plane?

Seize the moment that pierces this instant
Seize the moment that breathes in this breath
Seize the moment that wrenches your heartache
Fail not to breakthrough at last
Fail not to breakthrough at last.