I will not see the flowers of our artificial minds
For when they bloom I’ll be forgotten dust
I’ll never see the shadows and I’ll never feel the winds
Of other worlds, for pass away I must.
Our children soon will walk the roads that travel to the stars
But we will never follow where they wind
We are constrained by ignorance and superficial wars
Our minds they chain, our fledgling wings they bind.
It hurts me somewhere deep inside
That on this earth I must abide
The thought of skies I’ll never see
Which ours, grey, witholds from me
That caged in this dull atmosphere
I will always be.
