simple creatures
day and night
chasing the light
the light, the light!
shining so bright..

We are the Masters of our Destiny
infants of our Galaxy

Grow up quick, or die
for the Universe is indifferent

The hounds, the hounds
come baying at his heels.
The hounds! The hounds!
The breath of death he feels.

Life is a gift that must be given back
and joy should arise from its possession.
It's too ****** short, and that's a fact.
Hard to accept, this earthly procession
to final darkness is a journey done,
circle completed, work of art sublime,
a sweet melodic rhyme, a battle won.

Humanity yearns so desperately
to equal God's great creativity.
In some creations, how we shine:
music, dance, storyweaving, wine.

The thunderstorms of madness
rain upon us, flooding sadness,
sweep us into anguish, grief,
into despair without relief.

We're drawn to high castles,
where old hunchbacked vessals
glare wall-eyed as lightning
flares without brightning.

Laboratories in the high towers,
where the doctor wields power,
creating new life in a dark hour,
in the belfry of the high tower.

a strange anomoly
in the sky
just you and I

shackles o' binding me so'
I wonder where else to go'
in this world

Time has many foes and few friends
it goes faster than the latest trends
regardless, it never ends?

and so, it's Time to go
to a far of place at the edge of space
warp speed will be my only trace..