You imagine yourself to be the thickest tree
Streaming flourishly with bright green feathers
Down your arms into your wonderous oak, so free
Is where you imagine your polished banters

Dreams like fantasies, dancing in the wind
Swaying to a rhythmic, yet succulent beat
We all fall victim to its lure, in our mind
That which we follow appears only in the heat

We imagine ourselves like we're singular, alone
The voices around are calling, yelling for our release
In a melodic manner, the most beautiful tone
We can't break from our cells, but we can keep the peace

Our knowledge may seem futile, like a useless tool
That won't take us any closer to our freedom
But we will rise up, our hope is no fool
That which we know, will only increase our wisdom

Others believe in the purity of our hallowed earth
The secrets of our hidden pleasures
From the beginning, its noble birth
We've been greedily hoarding the treasures

From the reserviors of our fate, have we foretold
We are responsible, and follow our liabilities
Knowing nothing by the time we grow old
That which is young has endless possibilities