we were not born to toil to eat to sleep and die there must be more to life than consumer goods and cut price holiday flights in the old days there were old ways and we held the spirit close to our ancient hearts and the world was young and we were strong and our prayers held up the sky
but now the world is tired and she groans in protest
from her arthritic bones and
we make promises that test our
reason and find us wanting and leave us cold and lonely our dreams have become dangerous things but we never wonder why
and in our
days we know our numbers and they add up to big fat zeroes and we all know that it doesn’t
matter because nothing really
matters from the bottom of the
ocean to the high on himalayans there is such thing as truth and our arms are aching now from holding up the sky
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