Sometimes I curse that I was 

born a cripple 

to the sky I'm under 

bound by my two feet 

I walk the road paved 

by our evolution 

grinding my illusions 

this earth is not for me 



But in my mind's eye, 

a vision of ourselves 

in our cradle of dust and stone 



I nurse a single dream, 

a memory 

one I can't remember 

and I am not alone 

I wake from my 

suspended animation 

deprived of my creation 

just like a drone 



But in my mind's eye, 

a vision of ourselves 

as the blind leads the fallen 



Sometimes I curse that I was 

born a cripple 

to the sky I'm under 

forged to inprison me 

Somewhere in time I'll wreck 

these chains around me 

even those inside me 

blasting my way free 



But in my mind's eye, 

a vision of ourselves 

as we leave this time 

and place behind