From the wild and the open
vast planes of fresh air
comes a longing to leave this
and drift over there.

How it taunts and it wonders
through miles of time
of the freedom to wander
just what will we find?

But dreaming, still sleeping,
hoping we can fly, is what
blinds us from seeing
each footstep is leading
us back towards nothing.

Creation was finished today.

We’ve already set out
and this is the Way.