There comes a time I hear them say

paying the Piper’s the only way

humanity can move at last

from this cage that holds us fast;

this cage we’ve built to self-contain

our lives in this place of constant pain.

We need a way that we can be

Out of this place, both proud and free.

There is a path that we can take;

A future for this world to make.

Humanity, this awesome force

That’s somehow lost its true course

Will find their truth, will find their heart

Grows deep within sweet Gaia’s art.


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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