The Shape of Things To Come

Picture an ocean of pleasure and care
One can dive to the bottom, never come up for air
Or filling valleys with mountains and meandering streams
Which carry a flood of incredible dreams
To cities covered in sun from building to street
Where the vagabonds dance to a tectonic beat
Or find a passionate storm within a desert soul
The climate is changing from pole to pole

There's a time approaching, nothing of its kind
To elevate your body, resurrect your mind
Carve your own path, strike a blow to a different drum
But don't deny the shape, the shape of things to come

Imagine a world where the visions run free
And the colors unite into a resident sea
Where no one's an island, nor lost in a crowd
The message is pure and coming out loud
In the depths of all time, the calendar still
No need for a cure, solution or pill
For an outbreak of love where the dying rejoice
In the grip of disease, is this not a choice?
There's a time approaching, nothing of its kind
To elevate your body, resurrect your mind
Doesn't matter why you are, where you come from
But don't deny the shape, the shape of things to come