In our world of pavements our fictions of mind
There are others around us who've left us behind
We have transient memory, blinkered and blind
Out of touch with reality - other earth kinds
Brother bear, brother bee, sister fox, sister bird
All cry to us constantly silent unheard
We're tight as a spring that needs to unwind

Our sweet images play and the transient pass
We see only reflections of things in the glass
Futures appear fleeting shadows surpass
The feel of bare toes in the dampening grass
Caught in the net we see through the holes
Creators of moment the futures untold
Unprepared and unmoving and caught off the path