We live in an nonsensical world Of Happiness, time and importance.
.. us. we you. we build with clay We time our day and we pray for happiness every night
But all we do is move dirt back and forth
Slaves of soil, rock, and gold of Earth
Our design keeps us and we keep it, delicate and beautiful
illusions of our fancy And aimlessly prancing
For what we are we are not, but what are for isn't for you, us, or we but l a unity without the gravity of purpose,
I, propose no importance, happiness or even time For this couldn't be any more contradictory of infinity.
So she guides us with her soft touch into an endless endeavor of moving the Earth