There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light
The glory and the freshness of a dream
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may
By night or day
The things which I have seen I now can see no more

Weak for too long to notice the calling
Weak for too long to feel the falling
Days carried on, their touch but an instant
No time to hear my voice in the distance

Reading the pages of life, he summoned the will to rejoice in the dark
Lessons learned from forefathers must surely be enough for a spark
His fist was tightly clenched around the seeds he had amassed
He climbed the trees of strangers, sought the etchings of their past

But in the night, violence dreamt of his mind
And where it opens

Constructing a fortress of knowledge, he left no future in the arms of chance
Avoid any hypocrisy, avoid the failures dance
Useless, his free soul
Ensure control