This forgotten world, we are all alone
From sea to shining sea is all we know
This mind, deluded, we are error prone
Look up, and all we see are clouds, not crows
But time passes, we see glimmers of hope
Shooting stars, singing larks, how can I say
That our world is lost, that we have to cope
When there’s indication that we’ve been made
But everything that glimmers will soon fade
And none of our hopes will be justified
In man’s past, never has there been a date
Where magic prevails, and logic, denied
Who’s to say we aren’t a coincidence?
That there’s no reason for our skittishness?