All our lives, we chase a dream, a fantasy
Built up since the day we start to remember, we start to see
Rains can't keep us, and the clouds can't hide
And our grounded feet won't be any reason our desires will slide.
Casts, spells, and wands filled our childhood tales each night
And we long our entire lives searching for magic, that divine light.
Does singlemindedness really help? I wonder,
Archers' set their eyes on a prize, disregarding aplenty yonder
Books and poems and art are our time machines and summoning tricks
Rousseau and Dali in the 2100's, or yourself in the 2300's, in a matter of clock ticks
And don't get me started on man - the biggest wonder of them all - weaves magic all around, yet feels so small.
Built up since the day we start to remember, we start to see
Rains can't keep us, and the clouds can't hide
And our grounded feet won't be any reason our desires will slide.
Casts, spells, and wands filled our childhood tales each night
And we long our entire lives searching for magic, that divine light.
Does singlemindedness really help? I wonder,
Archers' set their eyes on a prize, disregarding aplenty yonder
Books and poems and art are our time machines and summoning tricks
Rousseau and Dali in the 2100's, or yourself in the 2300's, in a matter of clock ticks
And don't get me started on man - the biggest wonder of them all - weaves magic all around, yet feels so small.
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