
We take to the skies
aim for the dark depths of space
dismissing what’s here.

We take to the skies
aim for the dark depths of space
dismissing what’s here.

A movie hero
strutting to his own music—
big car on a beach.

The road stretches on,
green grass on the other side—
the trick of promise.

Streaming through the trees,
casts a glow on the city—
greets the day: our sun.

What’s the point of life
if you’re lighting others’ paths
yet not lighthearted?