It's been a long dream we've been fed
ignoring Nature and Markets
as Man and Machine
has sculpted civilization
from the wet clay
and chiselled in rock
and carved wood
hammering metals of existence

past what is merry.
It stands soulless
except for it's inhabitants

of memory
now ghosts
haunting objects
largely powerless
to deflect pending balances
our ancestors erected
to ground us

We must honor ourselves
before the dead
and before the living
to remain true to ourselves
instead of idols
that would exact sacrifice

for unfulfilled dreams
We must live up
to our own expectations
and dream bigger dreams
for futurosity
and perseverance
through difficult times

For Time is the rat-race
shaping, chiselling, and hammering
the existence
our ancestors created
for the living
to dream bigger dreams