Pursuing the horizon
I was disturbed by futility
In all the splendour of the worlds
This is what we became
Making quaint progress
Heeding outdated hierarchies
Yes, I heard a thousand tongues
Calling doom, heralded by economic collapse
There were no soft gardens
In these troubled times
The speed of change allowed
Second travelers with us
Pursing the future was not
The open answers of kind eyes
But a monarchy of sterner kingdoms
Than the Earth had ever known.