Dynasties flow, fogging time.
Power passed to yearning youth;
walls contain collected truths.
Lead by hand to the fountain,
our ancestors’ monument.
No tasting creeks of mountains
on our way to the old well.
Once there you’ll become a king,
though the price will be your wings.
Forward is the choice!
An idea already followed
on existing course.
Perfection maybe near!
Our posterity will surely find
it; do not forge fear.
A better task loading
dusty pasts together, a fire’s fuel.
Some useless leftovers.
Why are you there digging?
They did it wrong, fell and failed.
What? Past duplicates.
You are haunted by words.
Here, drink this. All will be forgotten.
Your torch; back to work!
Nothing new under the sun?
Reach and touch another one.
When you think you’ve seen it all,
covered this big blue marble.
Look up, catch those glowing sparks.
Plant these in the ground so sparse.
Sprinkle lightly with your hope,
and when bright stars fly high, howl.
Keep blazing flowers in mind.
Patience brings fresh to your midst.
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