A few helpings of something so epic
I've gotten hooked on this feeling-
Ahead of my time as always,
I envision a future for all-
All I want is the comfort of knowing, that when we get there...
It will be there.
Generation dreamer in a world of ancient scrolls,
Reborn into a world that ages down.
Stripped of the shackles that bind our wings to stone-
The hollow upper hand is ours to take.
Broken from the shadows left to loom in fragile air,
Now free to write the soul as we see fit.
A slave but to our dreams, we live
Not ignorant to truth, we see
With open arms we're naked in the masses.
Meaning never questioned but defined in every breathe.
Energy emitted from a smile within a chest.
A future we'll be proud to preach,
A seamless world where dreamers sleep,
And ever lie-