The ringing starts with the flick
Of the light switch at midnight

Too literal are the swiveling office
Chairs and blaring telephones we
Are brought into at birth

There was a freedom once that
Tasted like fresh honey milk and
Felt like the first tremors of a
Love you thought would never be

The truth
In that place is
As sacred as the mountain,
The river, the wind, the Earth -
All of space we cannot see

Closing my eyes I
See the future of human kind
And mourn the fact
That I will not be here to
See all the changes to come

Everyman
Everywoman
Is once
Expected to die

And hoped to
Have lived

Our expectations of
Greatness is met
And we must continue to
Meet those expectations
Or else left in the dust
From whence

We came