The morning light sinks like ship wrecks in the night
Waking up to our daytime realities
Where the moon sings her lusty desires
Taking all the dreams of the night and spinning in the light
We wake to kings and queens whispering their prayers to the machine
Order
Control
Greed
Addiction
War
Keep the masses distracted
Make them crave more
In the light of dawn we commune with the ancestors of our dead
And live to tell the tale whose stories keep us fed
We pray to the illumination of this pulsating light
This great powerhouse of energy
Sustaining us with purpose and light
Giving gratitude for life and death as they tend to a cosmic oceanic flow
Where we ask questions, seek guidance
On those waves of mystery that grow
Looking for answers to relate
A point in time
A trajectory
A path to choose our fate
Existing in a multitude of directions
Where a question asked today could change if asked again tomorrow
illuminations of time
Where paths are paths
Speaking their own truths in riddles and rhymes
And so we welcome in the morning light
Bundling the dreams of the night
So we may understand our place in the shadow of this wounded societal plight
Making choices that connect us to the rhythm of the trees
And resist against the tyranny of the lords and ladies and their precious machines
