In the beginnings of life,
There was a purpose for change.
Humanity was full of ambition,
Creation, and extraordinary things.
A life of fullfillment,
Of which no one could tame.

But soon our ambitions,
Became ordinary claims,
And our thoughts slowed down quickly,
Not thinking much of a gain.
And humanity grew colder,
Forgetting what we once were named.

But I strive for our future's,
I still hope for that change.
My senses are tingling,
With an ambition that cannot be shamed.
So before we give up,
On humanity, and all there is to know,
Remember the times we've all spent trying,
To Grow.