Tempests rage

When tempests rage
I am like Prospero
Hatching a plan, ex veto
Before I was wronged I was the duke of Milan

Making the best of a bad lot
A circumstance of making do
Tuned into my Ariel
Over the airwaves comes a new broadcast

Transit creates freedom
In a world of dreams
The bolt is a signature
A trance and dance across the sky

This world is brave and so are the people in it
I am new to the old laws written texts in foreign tongues
Written in the stars
Like dreams