Some of us are pointing to the sky
Where truth and ideal beauty seem to lie
Everything depends on point of view
And what is watched when changing changes you
Some of us are pointing to the ground
Where life is what it is and Earth is round
Everything is hidden in its parts
And finding where it ends is where it starts
None of us gets out of here alive
It doesn’t matter how we toil and strive
A life and death as common to us all
As every day’s slow end as shadows fall
So close your eyes and dream a little, dream!
Before the day draws close and sunlight streams
Across the waking world where we will walk -
And smile - there’s more to dreams than feeble talk
One of us is making up his mind
To go with what is really hard to find
A longing towards always something new
And find a phrase to bring it home to you
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