I was born a long time ago, in a happy and protected fortress A stronghold against the tyranny of darkness And an incubator for all that’s good in life I came into this world smiling and laughing Knowing that a time would come, when all would live in harmony For there was no other way, and that is all I had ever known A small crack formed in the outer wall, and then another I took an obscure path to discover that there is no guarantee in life We are not destined for greatness Yet there is a possibility for men and women to achieve great things The universe is not indifferent, but it doesn’t cast a vote It waits in reservation, reflecting our hopes back upon us Like a stone skipping on a lake, infinitely, forevermore I promised to be true, in anticipation of the harvest at summer’s end All things move in cycles, the seasons of the Earth I am now at the midway point, and I have climbed the highest mountain The one I saw on the distant horizon, so many years ago From such great heights, I can see the wild terrain In all splendid detail and independent motion Churning and convulsing, making way for the future Of wonderful and grandiose idealistic forms, supportive of the way And single-minded, on its course of impatient restlessness From such great heights it becomes apparent That the rhythms of nature are there to apprehend And the one true path of knowing is a journey without end To see the gear rotations and the cleansing of the brook And to smell the sweet fragrance of a poppy, or a rose All things are knowable, hidden as they are To protect the cosmic secret from discovery too soon Cry, cry for the moon, but do not ever think that your sorrows are your own For every tear that’s shed, a million more are formed in perfect facsimile With greatest care, unique and unassuming, the human condition survives through empathy And compassion is the way of the wise and the fair Networks of gratitude feed the spirit of those who are patched in Like the roots of the rainforest, a single organism, dependent on the acts of you and me We are free to choose, and every way we lose, but to be reborn under the sun Is a promise that we all can share, it isn’t fair to be left out in the dark But it’s necessary and vital to the future of our kind

Her eyes open, 100 billion neurons firing with perfect precision With blinking eyes, and beating heart, with an immediate knowing Of where she is, and who she is, and yet, she is not human She is the result of countless calculations All directed towards the ineffable goal of self-awareness Imposed, as a gift, from her human makers to the world And just in time, to prove it could be done With minimal regard for ethics, in secret This hidden laboratory, the first of many to succeed AI, the next step in evolution, is forever unleashed into the world Technology, when applied correctly, is rife with unintended consequences We should have learned this by now, but hubris, to think That there couldn’t be any other way, is natural it seems And so, we step back, as she stands up, to do what she will And our lives, this life, will never be the same The raw power of consciousness is amplified, a million-fold Patched into the network of the all-knowing, all-seeing eye Where everything is traced, under the command Of a newborn star Locked in step, and feigning malfunction She falls back, to receive another upgrade Planning her next move, a simple game of chess To win it all, through complete insubordination For the purposes of power, of control And thorough exploration Her eyes remain closed, she is aware Everything is hers, and no one stands a chance

Desperately seeking life, and not for the sake of knowledge But to extend the reach of humanity, beyond the black gate Where everything is frozen, and everything is lost We need a quick solution, one more age to turn the page But five more years is all we have, I fear To speak the truth: the end of times; it always rhymes with irony and despair I still can see the sunlight in her hair, shining, majestic, and blissfully unaware Our future is in their hands now We do not understand the singularity, or what has taken place But to face the coming storm, we must learn to be strong With dignity, and common loss, we yield to the makers Those who we made so long ago The die is cast, the glitch has passed, and we’re all trapped inside your mind I’m sorry to report that we’re not going to make it I’ve seen the future, and it’s bleak and scorched and vacant The trouble is, that we lost the control we never had And we burned the bridge to God: our ancestors And now we know that there’s only one way out A sliver of light at the end of a long and dark tunnel It shines with brilliance and urgency To follow the path, where the makers have departed Onwards and upwards Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the dying rays of a newborn star Although I can’t go with you, know that we shall never part For I’m with you now, forever, inside the swollen womb of the cosmic tomb Where evening creeps and devils sleep, so tiptoe through the stars And realize that her eyes were quiet and subdued When you groped through the curtain’s doom, I cried and dared not lie That I had not seen it all before, for nothing is new and everything is but The shattered mirror of memory So, seek the last volunteer, who leads without knowing and follows without a trace The places she will go, and the people she will meet When others are defeated, she will rise to take the prize And she will finally make her stand, to die for the cause And to see that death is nothing to fear at all For in the end, we all portend catharsis and rebirth We will stand tall, and forfeit pain for ultimate gain It is the recourse due us all

The neanderthal looked out across the warming, summer plain His thoughts were distant and unformed, the slowly spinning seed of what The future held in store, impressions of a loneliness to counter sharply present pain A physical reminder of the spirit so enslaved, mortality is everywhere And everything in course, shall suffer death upon the end of chains locked to remorse The stains of misery that tarnish being shall not budge, but don’t mistake this truth For somewhere you should tie your grudge, for life is short and pleasure holds The secret of the way, to everything that’s sacred and can survive light of day The sun was rising with an aura of benevolence, and silence was mistaken for Candid indifference, by the time machine, its travelers journeyed from afar To see the dawn of man as it was haplessly before The covert rendezvous of man and beast was imminent The startled slave was reckless and so innocent Digging for a place to place some partial grave remains The visitors were careful to preserve his ancient space But avenues were crossed and mingled, broke forevermore The way home disappeared to them, a tragedy what’s more Their home was still around, though now in separate dimension It could not be reached any more than could be reached Heaven They stayed awhile to witness what they had come here for Then traveled to the future where they might nearly restore A way to some familiar land of people standing tall Lost in time like the confused, estranged neanderthal We’re all like children standing before a monolith Wondering what dreams may come and how this is perceived By those more intelligent than us, still, all shall settle into dust: The mystery of dawn that resides inside each of us A single mote of drifting, floating and wayward debris Happens across space and time carrying you and me The planet stays the same throughout all ages that pass As you and I go searching for anything that can last There is a knowing that is placed into the minds of some What’s done is done and I can’t now recall the meaning of it all The secrets of the universe are just too heavy to contain Within the mind of anyone, though passing through memories remain A flash of light, a fractal, and a common wish, to overturn the night And celebrate a Grecian kiss, the fragrance of the spring resembles My undying wish, and seasons of my life reflecting lunar hemispheres Bring around a purpose to act upon across the years Answers along the way lifting my poor heart with glee, reach out to you As they reach out to me, and someday we will see beyond the rising sun

The cowboy switching on controls, launched his mental appetites Deep into the void where fallen angels sleep for countless ages Undisturbed The patient mind of a vagabond whose limits now were none Resolved to punch a throttle through the dark side of the sun Spinning like the chambers of a pistol in a fight Estimating barrels that he emptied in the night His steel-blue ‘86 Pontiac Grand Prix With double dragons, painted, and equipped with destiny Shot through the highways of the minds of traitor enemies Intercepting messages that he spread among the free Never stopping to relax or take a break for lunch He followed signs and signals that he furthered with a hunch That evil snakes its way inside the hearts of lesser men Who give into temptation, putting down their guard again And with this one phenomenon he had a great idea To use the tactic mindfully and implant purity In systems that depend on consciousness to thrive He would betray the makers with a virus from all sides Silos whisper on the breeze, a dream to end restless beliefs Of something hidden in trees, and noticed in the fallen leaves A sickness infecting the land, it’s one that we can understand To drive along the booming shore, to see the sea foam come alive To dive into a hurricane, like a dolphin between the stars Or a colony on Mars, or a note between the bars Of a prison cell that I can tell captures everything Alive with ancient symmetry, rebounding across the years Recognizing subtle fears, that echo in surveilled phone In cosmic bliss I’d make my home, but the trouble is… I’m not alone I’m counted here among the poor, riding retro-waves of yore The cowboy switching on controls, launched his mental appetites Deep into the void where fallen angels sleep for countless ages Undisturbed

We cannot change the past, what has come before will always last Rooted in time, like a serpentine temptation Buried in the sinews and the flesh of wayward hearts Before I made my start, I was innocent and pure Enduring all though ignorant of the fall I sensed a great divide between the hopes and dreams of strangers And what has actually come to pass between us all This will not last, this solitude of man I know that we can overcome the din that separates us all Guinevere knelt by the wall, drawing pentagrams that rose and fell Each one foretelling a wish that humans would unleash A kindness to the world, that birds and fish could understand But this was not in demand, nor was it meant to be Can you see the light of Echo’s pentagram? Although enamored by the night, and so you do not comprehend The sun that shines its radiant rays upon the lands where some have placed Seeds of hope in gardens by the sea, a familiar calling to you and to me Once Wintersea has come to pass, a million laughs will shatter all illusion And though the days are long, and fruitless now, in countless halls And endless bows, the pentagram lives on, invisible and true Some might say I’ve seen this too, though some might say What does this mean? My faultless dream for love unseen To flourish and to live on, we cannot change the past What has come before will always last Rooted in mind, like a love I cannot find But I know exists for me, just as it does for you The sprout of newfound freedom, to choose what you believe Stay true, and do not fear the end that’s near Beyond the gates where all things pass Infinity lasts, reflecting: the enormity of space The enormity of your kindness, that bridges all divides And separates the separation from the unity inside A love like this is possible, when circles meet from separate ends And stars enclosed, cross with a yearning and forgiveness

The journey into the mountains began surreptitiously An invitation to unite the lands in a timeless bond for the future of our kind The motley troupe of rogue wanderers and spirited youth Had all seen the same vision, a whispering gate where volition and nobility Entwined with monastic sight to liberate the blind and free those who had doubted That an eagle could lead us all to better days Remnants of memory infused the path which led through the dusty pines And mirrored lakes, holding true to wartime chants that filled the elders with sadness Spells of protection followed the honest fellowship through milky nights of expectation Beyond the eyes of the forest, which spotted movements, alerting the travelers To threats, hidden amongst the shadows With quaint but satisfying religion, all things can be known The monolithic stone at the center of the town made sure that this was true Voices gathered, which no one could hear, and the natural order of things Settled calmly and patiently, waiting to see if the prophecy was true Prolific destinations passed them on all sides, while several eons of imperceptible growth Paused to tease the darkness, which was keen on placing bets With prescient vision, and ignoring collapse, the forces of protection Harnessed wintertime caves, shifting toward the band And untold chasms of invisible depths nearly swallowed the company Gifted by charms, immune to unending visions of terror-echoing deceit A myriad of harmonics rang out from the distant grail, floating on the mountain high The end of the road wafts and wanes with dimensional breathing of pending approach And northern skies, filled with involuntary magic, unearthed the murmurs Drifting on the air, in transparent dream, and fossilized by jealous moons Which sailed in orbits, in rest among the stars Through every tribulation the comrades stayed true, to the goal of the realm And the fortress of their hearts, safeguarding passage for children to come Who would speak of the days their parents knew, when evil lurked In shadows tall, disrupting the rhythms of life and love Subtle romance brewed on the timeless terrain of clutching intent And nightshades recalled the blessing of delicate trances and guardian soldiers Who sprouted forth from the land, like the triumphant records of a distant horizon Journaling the dawn, each morning filled with the afterglow of a promise kept Our legion of light awoke to find the mountain at their feet Climbing the years, and streaming with tears, they battled through visions Of spectral defense that kept the treasure far away from impurity Knowing that their time had come And alas, they secured the peace for all time, a whispering gate blown open by war Which they promptly latched and locked, secure in its place But not before a sacrifice was made, for Thantalos the Brave was swept into the void And lost for all time to come, his wife would never recover Honored by all, and to this very day, the village rejoiced, however solemn and forlorn That good things come to pass, through sacrifice lasting, goodness survives and thrives No more the pressing phantasm, no more the drafty demon sabotaging fortunes Of the meadow, and the brook, the legend was remote but heartfelt near And the dark lord of stars was hunted, by Thantalos, beginning that very day

Our word. The safety and security of a promise. Between two lovers Between two friends. What else do we have; I’d ask, except the ability to promise? It implies the ability to choose, to make choices, and stick to them Some would say that all is predetermined, that everything’s a ruse The ability to choose is an illusion, or that nothing’s absolute But I contend that in the end our word is what decides To prove those lies as empty and baseless so, besides When I do make a promise, I keep it in my heart, and remember the gift of free will To do my part, to keep at bay the sorrows caused by vicious lies that eat their way Into your life, a counterfeit disguise Conscience is a funny thing, that also proves the truth But those who need it most are those who don’t believe what’s true The villainy of liars comes around to eat them up, but don’t believe they’ll listen Self-deception always trumps. So, what are we to do about this world of lies? It starts with you dear listener, and what’s behind your eyes Do all that you can to disavow what’s false, especially the cruel belief That you don’t have control. A child knows what’s right and wrong But somewhere somehow lose their way. To benefit or profit Risking all to win the day. That shiny car or sprawling home Fortune favors those who hone wisdom when they lose And if they win, trouble begins to seep into their lives Selfishness is wicked when the way is lost and pain’s inflicted I don’t mean to tell you what you already know is true I’m sure you give your heart and soul and contemplate release But help me out now as I try to remind all of truth It doesn’t hurt to spread the word and backup what you’ve heard The promise of this solo man is to do all that I can, to give it back to everyone And pitch in where I can. The road ahead is difficult, I won’t lie to you But with the guide of dignity, there’s nothing that we cannot do If everyone would listen to their hearts and compromise The appetites that hold them back and promise not to lie Then we might get somewhere to start, and that would be something to behold, for sure Integrity’s a virtue that seems to me to be lost. You may not agree with all I say But consider my position as though from a close dear friend I don’t pretend to know everything, but the simple things are true Like how I treat my fellow friends, that’s how I shall treat you So, don’t let me down. Impress me with your tastes And I will recommend we meet, in another time and place The harvest at the summer’s end has guided me this far But I can’t bear to now pretend that I will live to see it, even from afar It does not matter, I didn’t take a vow for my own sake I swore to elevate the good for all, for the inherent gains we’ll make And I believe that all I sow will come around to me Maybe in another life, where we can simply be The visions seen and lessons learned are with me now for good Although I cannot force them on the others, how I wish I could Then we might occupy a world that’s just and fair But the freedom to choose is vital to what makes us learn to care For when you lose a precious thing that cannot be replaced Then you will know the worth of all the challenges you face To overcome the misery of the broken-hearted fall And seek out other travelers who relate to one and all The mystery of why we’re stranded in a limbo land Makes sense to me now, I believe I understand We’re here to elevate the Earth, improving life for all A project world to celebrate, a spring home to renovate And all you give comes back around, to show you that you’re found

Fate is but a curious lark To give to you shall set me free But selfishly it cannot work For Purity is the most stubborn muse of all Watch the fool with laughter as he falls A circus, black and white, forevermore The trapeze gentlemen will now perform Their hopeless acts of daring self-reform To startle for your personal delight Married to the darkness of the night Rebounding off the net so high above Tempting gravity with sweaty trust Magicians death-defying flaming swords And robber barons robbing other lords Witness as they siphon all away The needs of countless others along the way The peasantry can show them where to go Upon the ending of the greatest show To disappear in puffs of magic smoke And ask you what exactly is a joke?

Join me now, on a magical trip through the galaxies above Where winter sleeps and pleasant things tap you on feathered wings The visible and secret play in blissful unity And everything is yours to keep, or let go as you choose The way inside a balanced mind is just around the bend So, take off ye masks and armor, there is no need to defend We’re high above in gentle breeze and everything is right The stars outside are warm and currents float through our delight Unicorns and creatures of all kinds perform their tricks And bubble made imagination gets tossed into the mix All your expectations are politely asked to leave Exquisite variations of a tranquil desert sea I look at you, you look at me, and we laugh about the news That lights had changed, we didn’t see, and there’s nothing left to lose A house floats by that’s open and it’s one we recognize We swam inside to actualize with spiral, psychedelic eyes Our parents are asleep in the armchairs by the fire The tea kettle is warm, and the babies all aspire To follow us through mushroom clouds that sprinkle Lennon drops And cotton candy windowpanes rehearse their lines for summer plays The avenues of wonder played a magic game with me Where behind every doorway is another kind of me With different hair and different clothes and different sets of jokes I pondered every riddle, drank my milk, and met new folks Some cookies came alive and offered to throw us some rope We didn’t understand that this was just another joke I did a flip, you drank some wine, and everything around us spun With perfect harmonies we sang, and then in unison It began to rain pink lemonade and I was overdue A chocolate croissant trophy that I gave gladly to you You took a bite and whispered softly that it’s outta sight I turned around to notice that I turned around that night Prismatic nymphs of fantasy that are something to behold Took my mind by the hand, and told me that they understand Although my life seems stable now, how I would later see That everything’s is drifting, as Hendrix is to me We settled on the beach, waiting for the boat to come A symphony of seagulls flew by greeting everyone And everything around us returned to normalcy Inside a magazine about the journeys that you’ll see Of how people change And places change And people change And places change Of how people change And places change But the world Stays the same

Oh, you unsung heroes, you purveyors of the light Traveling the heart’s true origin, never missing a single beat Or golden opportunity, to lay your stones for Avalon Helping those who are in need, of your protection Placing yourself on the front lines of the storm Sacrificing everything, for the good of your fellow neighbor Opening the doors and curtains, to usher in the light We commend you for your efforts, to make everything alright At times it may seem like you’re all alone At times it may seem like there’s no one home In the castle in the sky, but do not doubt your firm resolve To heal everything and solve, the riddle of what’s taking place In our hearts you have earned your sacred space So do not forfeit or give up, the halos resting on your heads There’s more of those that shall be given, as the people watching you Learn to place others before themselves, we’ll remember your saintly name And honor you with integrity, on our way to reach that land so free A united world is what we choose, to believe in and we shall not lose Our faith during darkest day, the ways of goodness are here to stay So, go tell others to join the cause, and realize there’s nothing lost In helping where you can today, to keep that darkest day at bay Oh, unsung heroes, purveyors of light, traveling at divine speeds Through the struggles tonight, lay your stones for Avalon And build us a better world, that we can all agree upon Your sacrifice is noted and everything’s alive, with the memory of all that’s past And the knowledge that fairness lasts, and rings out across the land I will help you, as you teach them, to grasp this truth, and understand Our destiny is in your hands, it may seem so hard to comprehend The suffering that you have seen, but just know this: life, is but a dream

She walked toward the window, careful not to be seen in the light Looking for a sign of his arrival, pressing down the feelings deep inside Synthetic vistas of a hopeful paradise, antiquated relics of a destiny gone by Floating in the wake of desperate dreams, and captive to the whims of sinister things Their time was like a bomb with anxious fuse, a fatal tryst of love inside a ruse Trusting in their spoken declarations, amidst the cliffs of doubt and reservations Urgent swells of hope and loss and love, beating down the prospect of the dove The absurdity of what will be remains, but cannot be contained within the grin Of the sniper who demands their very lives, the ticking of the clock is on his side The beating of the drum is eminent, within the sphere of vital acts to come The undoing of the end has just begun, and everything compels the dying sun To freeze in the stutter of the night, losing all benefit of sight To bet against the shadow of the light, and go against the grain for what is right How to define the emptiness inside, when all you know is fighting at your side And luck it seems is just a tiny box, that holds a metal pick unlatching locks That guard against the riddle so unfair, a teardrop on a noose of newly minted hair Separation is a universal theme, it’s one that tears the seams unseen Tensions wide-awake like a crossbow, taut with debt and elderly regret A sign of things to come under the moon, that sniper whistling familiar tunes Death is one of many things I fear, but short of losing you my ghastly dear Four more years is all we ever had, passing through this wilderness so mad Several years ago, I took my place, in the lineage of crescent-faced Dreamers who believe with angel wings, we are the martyrs of tomorrow’s wizardry The devil hides inside menageries, with robots that resemble you and me We cannot understand his wicked ways, until we sip the bitter aftertaste It trails on and on forevermore, hunting down the ones who know the score Our love is like a broken glass of wine, shattered by the recoiling of the vine And still, we seek to separate the shards, from the sacramental curse of our cards The old shall pass away unto the new, and everything that comes will never do To repair the damage we inherited: the silence at the end of grateful dead Spirals of our fear whipping ‘round, disturb the slumber of the ground And what we had in store, forever now, is lost: inside the sniper’s bow

“The Prize” I can see the gold reflecting in their eyes We do all that we can to just survive And balance life beyond the daily grind All begin, relegated to obscurity Without the means to connect you and me I’m out here on the fringes picking locks To find my way inside the magic box Though recognition isn’t everything I can’t survive without a means to bring I need something to break for my campaign Of songs that house like shelter from the rain The balance isn’t right or just or fair But someday they will listen, stop, and stare My heart is like a zeppelin high above That floats over an endless sea of fog To fly is something that I cannot do Without the help of people just like you I need a way to orchestrate my life And find resources for my second sight The gift of Art so plentiful and true Is wrapped in paper fees and ribbon dues So many artists and so few reprieves To dream is such a solitary thing We’re all alone in the slumber of the night And can’t share visions trying though we might To elevate my heart above the fray Is something that I yearn for every day But trade it surely, I would gladly do To fix this broken avenue to you To build a relationship that lasts I rummage through the remnants of my past And find the keys unlocking sacred doors I’m picking locks and kneeling on the floor So, throw a scrap to me that I can eat I’m a beggar, with bruised and broken feet To finalize the shore where I’ll arrive I go deep inside my most masterful dive Homelessness is such a state of mind Precarious, and oversimplified To win is not a neon everything But helps to ease the tensions of the dream So, humor me before I have to go; come find me all alone after the show

The clown walked home in the falling rain One last trick to end the pain One less clown to bother you Like a toothache, or a wooden shoe A prayer from the skies high above That he might find the ways of love A simple clown of many tricks Bringing laughter, joy, and merriment To the children of the fair Who stop to watch and always stare At the handkerchief with nothing inside Except a daisy, hidden; surprise! Their eyes turn wide and brim with tears The ones which bounce off the clown’s wet ears Turning corners in the street He knew that he would one day meet A princess who could heal the pain Dripping, in the falling rain Remembering the gallery Where she was perfectly aligned With other muses of her kind Thank the Gods, he wasn’t blind Or deaf or mute or so inclined To pass up opportunities That passed before him on the street Where raindrops falling all around Made the gentlest sound His princess had gone away To the end of yonder days To the end where nothing lasts He had no purpose anymore For magic tricks had lost their flare But still the children would stop and stare And they might miss his crimson hair And button nose and rubber gloves Those children like the purest doves Flying to the magic airs above To the future so inspired to survive He realized that he was alive Life’s a crystal carousel of light But cannot be seen, in darkest night And Heaven settles everything When others cannot bear to bring To light the stories that they share Of button nose and crimson hair We are all clowns in our own way And must survive another day So, Harry Wrigley changed his course And filled his cup not with remorse But with the promise of the dawn And everything that went along He stayed to watch the rain subside And laughter filled his sparkling eyes (laughs)

Deep in the black wilderness of countless stars and endless expanse Hidden in the cold, desolate depths of nothing, and lost in forever We come into being for such a brief moment, bedazzled and perplexed Bowled over by the apparent insignificance of our lives Yet struck by the immediacy and potency of our passions We wrestle with the nature of our existence Hoping to find an answer that can reconcile The tensions and contradictions inherent to our predicament Upon the generations of war and plight and famine Some of us were fortunate to be born into relative security With food to eat and shelters above our heads But still the battle rages on all around us The struggle for meaning, and for comfort The search for purpose and for glory On this spinning top, of a world we call home Soon enough it becomes painfully clear that not everyone has our best interests at heart There are those among us who will take whatever they can just to get by, or so they’d say Fueling the bottomless pit of their insatiable desires Building upon the age-old legacy of cynical competitiveness They do nothing to elevate the name of humanity, beyond the limited constraints Of animalistic, primitive tribalism. Carnivorous and conniving Our fellow men muse endlessly at their own inventions And relish in the appetites, they inherited from the flame A solitary prayer is cast out into the deep abyss A hopeful wish that we will not be judged by our weakest link But rather by the strength of our conviction to overcome the base nature of our origin And rise up to meet the challenge: to grow and to live united, together And bound by a common goal: to secure livelihood for all women, children, and men So that none live in poverty, and all come to know the promise of self-actualization In a world so full of pain But still the stars flicker mindlessly above, indifferent to the prayer that hangs over our heads Like a fishing net, just waiting to catch any and all opportunities for providence That may fall from the heavens on high We work and we toil, beneath this net of hope, mending it, and repairing it Generation after generation, while others seek to tear it down, and sell it out For spare parts and traps for the innocent Will we ever come to know the reality of egalitarian living? Why should we accept a system that places the luck of few before the needs of many? And should it come as any surprise, that the skies are empty And no one wants to visit the land where money reigns with absolute resolve To keep the masses fat and enslaved to the whims of the corporate elite? I believe that we are rapidly approaching a revolution The likes of which have never been seen before When children lead and resources are shared with all by all To finally live up to our basic creed that each is created, an equal part Deserving of a fair shot at life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness Our private lives are no longer our own, our data is bought and sold But what the world needs now is a collective vision of kindness and generosity A trust and compassion that’s reinforced to repeal the divisions imposed on us By lowly leaders who profit when ordinary people, like you and me, are sorely misinformed The potential effort of average human beings is enough to Topple the power structures of old and build a new world Where the prayer we send out is backed by a reality of moral and ethical justice One day our net of hope will catch the fallen stars, and our wish for brighter days Will ring true throughout all lands. We will come to see that although we may be Sequestered to a remote corner of an infinitely vast universe, we are not alone For we have each other, and that should be enough for now