1/9/04

Wander, wonder, plunder, toil, a life once lived above the soil

Now lies beneath the upturned grass, sent away to home at last

The fallen tears have all been spent, they’ve all left flowered ornaments

And years have passed since that day, the blackened coals have turned to gray

We’re free of our institutions, said to give our noble light

Our solemn resolutions, blind our realistic sight

We’re free, free from what you’ve offered – again, entwined within it all

You see, It’s all been altered – And we can’t see its new downfall

Open eyes so you can see, this world’s not big enough for me

And laid upon its hollow back, it beckons us to get on track

But we know better than to take advice from those who’ve made mistakes

And even when we’ve done it all, there’s still a chance to slip and fall

We’re free of our institutions, said to give our noble light

Our solemn resolutions, blind our realistic sight

We’re free, free from what you’ve created – along with all that you’ve destroyed

And it’s so complicated – the shallow depths of all you’ve deployed

Once again it seems so clear we fall away more by the year

And even though we dot the I’s, search for perfection shatters skies

So as we see just what we lack, all bronze and gold will fade to black

And as we reach what we can’t hold, within our minds it will turn cold

We’re free of our institutions, said to give our noble light

Our solemn resolutions, blind our realistic sight