Today a thought or two sped into centre stage,
Disguising the space that surrounds the seas,
What if the lands we ran from was where we were supposed to be?
What if the green leaves of summer could no longer be seen?
Autumn colours were only reminders of pastures in a dream.
The birds singing unfamiliar songs, ones we had never heard,
Yes, it is great to be part of the new but it isn't as new as it seems.
Dave, John and Mary have been here before,
Sure didn't they talk about it in the times.
You weren't the first to open the door,
Spreading wisdom to foreign kinds.
Remember all lands were founded so play in them how you may,
All of these pastures were built for your pleasure,
New characters created each day.
Its not that you are less special then all who have gone before.
No, you have a purpose, so use it, adding blocks to the crumbling core.
In memory of seams and Thomas, sing out to all who will listen,
Give them your whole hearted vision,
Explain that a pasture isn't a prison.