Is it enough
to go on living
The life we have made
all ours to be
And follow the path
designed by the past
Dreamt by our
bygone fathers

Living our lives
in borrowed dreams
Playing our part
in scripted scenes
And work with our eyes
in the blinders

Need to wake up now
and dream anew
And stand in the
blasphemous corner
Search for the flowing
winds of change
Shake off the layer
of gathered dust
And soar high
on wings of fire