They lost the world,
That fiery turn;
It's from idle hands they're forced to learn.
What awful ways they've come to know.
What awful things left to bestow
Upon a child and its life,
Upon a husband and his wife.
It's the same relentless cycle filled with never ending strife.
We return from whence we came;
There's the source of all our shame.
We're doomed to repeat the intricacies
Of all our untold fallacies
Of life and death -
We'll never figure
That something bigger
Could ever be hoped for.
That something greater could ever be searched for.
Stomp on the dreams of every dreamer.
Scam the scheme of ever schemer.
It's everyone's scheme,
And everyone's dream,
To scheme and dream of a life unseen.
But never to live one.
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