Ours Is a Path

All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, a brilliant blinding display,

The onset of progress, a human betrayal,

The world that we left in our wake.

Find religion, it's every succession, in dead congregation, assume the position.

And a prayer for the many and shiftless who cower in corners and make it all possible.

There is a faith so inviting, it turns one away,

A reason to feed upon others, a judgment that maims.

But ours is a path, straight and thin, traveled by few,

Led by the flame, lit within, heavy as stone, as boulders,

Content to stand, stand on our own, as oceans, a steady mass,

Ours is a dream, ours is united, by every (wo)man,

Sure as an orbit we forward together without relent, no end.

All eyes fixed to a permanent setting, fixed like a drug to the blood,

A permanent course to the end of existence, setting on us like the sun,

And the world is a stage for the opulent,

A private performance, the rest of us audience,

And a cheer for the many and shiftless who sit in the darkness and make it all possible,

There is an empty assurance, a wealth that exceeds,

So many dead in direction, to sighted to see,

But ours is a path.... Sure as an orbit we're subject to nothing but this