One can build a house,
Or even a thousand more,
But still they're a mouse,
Hide under the kitchen floor,
To see above would drive it mad,
The wonders are divine,
The fear numbs one and they're not sad,
The knowledge makes us blind,
But aspire to be,
Know you're small, but stretch sea to sea,
Claiming land you all can see,
But can you all be?
A question old as time,
strikes the clock and we rewind,
Oh no our fates have fallen,
We were grand, but never mind.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
One can build a house,
Or even a thousand more,
But still they're a mouse,
Hide under the kitchen floor,
To see above would drive it mad,
The wonders are divine,
The fear numbs one and they're not sad,
The knowledge makes us blind,
But aspire to be,
Know you're small, but stretch sea to sea,
Claiming land you all can see,
But can you all be?
A question old as time,
strikes the clock and we rewind,
Oh no our fates have fallen,
We were grand, but never mind.
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