What can be done
Under our mother , the sun
To become
So much more than we ever could have imagined

We have killed
We have emotionally thrilled
Reality we have distilled
Is it that we have missed the point and surpassed expectations

No more mountains to climb
No more transcendence into the spiritual sublime
No more surprised by the latest crime
We still search and endeavour for that discovery that defines, ignoring simplicity and soulful structure

No more writing
No more playing
Just plain and easy sailing
Taking with us no pain, no sorrow
Taking a dream , a reality of another tomorrow

Its not really about the science of space
Or the expensive augmentation of someone's face
How low you can be does not impress, just brings more disgrace
It is about humanity, acceptance , philanthropy and the denial of the egotistical eccentric wealth endowed weapon of mass hysteria

So much more to be done
Under our great sun
Just to move from the past and into a bright future
No more a slave to this caveman computer, this system of social manipulation, just a free soul , with no strings to control