Have we become so technologically involved.. so lost
we have all given up the power to simply dream?
Is it really true ?... Has it come to this?
that the world no longer has need of us..
we who dream the impossible dream .. have we
disappeared into the void...
this technology ocean in which we fight to
stay alive .. if so answer me this?
What becomes of the dreamer now, what is this pond,
this cyber space wherein he's forced to dwell?
He who longed only for wide open spaces!
.
Instead he wound up here in this alternate
universe .. gained unwanted knowledge
in this prison contained within the awful
walls of his own mind
Now he knows this world is made of glass,
a glistening prism, a battleground from which he yearns to flee.
He longs to soar beyond these glistening walls,
that rein him in, captive it holds his hopes and aspirations
Seen through these mirrored walls, he views the lightening bolt,
awesome and awful, would he could saddle it like horse,
ride upward to the source and fall back down as gentle
rain to wash this jail, this place that holds his pain.
He sees the distant stars and reaches out to feel
them slip through his eager fingers, like tiny grains of shimmering sand,
but alas, something is wrong, glass walls stand in his way.
But not always, he vows, never always, the needs of this small earth
and man with walls of glass must not a prison make
He'll find a way he knows, he swears he will
He'll build a mighty star ship, of the finest steel, strong yet light,
he'll shoot through fires that burn, to reach that distant space,
put out his hand and touch the blue of sky, for once, he will
breath free, his tears will all be dried
There, he will find contentment and the joy he knows exists.
