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City lights brighten night skies and give brilliance to the strength of steel.
They light the path that bridges imagination and what’s real.
They illuminate the flowing moments give momentum to trains of thought about moments and how we spent them making memories that cannot be bought.
They paint the moon in hues that lovers use stand beneath and swoon, and which to reach we all aspire.
Yeah, those city lights might have lit the night on fire.
They shine a symbol bold, and stark, that man can see beyond the dark.
In a world that seems forever night, I see hope and I see dreams. I see the darkness isn’t quite as forbidding as it seems.
For a moment, I know we’ll be alright.
So I tip my hat and thank thee, my pretty city lights.
From our river cruise ship
We watch a wondrous site
A risen new moon meeting and greeting
diners, lovers and shift worker
to a new night.
The moon watched us before
There was an “us”
But only a creature
Barely more alive than slime.
It watched us climb
Into the place where
None of us could float.
It watched us learn the creation
Of nature’s toys though we were often burned.
We learned.
Too much of what we learned
Was how to abuse, to use our fellow beings.
How to warp the souls barely later
Than we grew them deep inside.
We took more pride in what structures
We could make
Than in the way we could comfort, love
Those who shared a brief time with us
Before the final dark.
That spark did grow.
And the other evolution did expand
But far too slowly for all those we did devour
Our hate and need devoured more
Than the fire, that first spark,
We developed in ages lost to an unrecorded past.
Yes, cave graffiti lasts,
The artists from the really really past.
Where do we go from here?
Will our fear keep us from moving into the post-
Evolutionary age.
Will we turn the page
Do we become, a butterfly from
The caterpillars we have been for a million years
Or do we rush forward since we will soon control
This road we began from slime
To a place where there can be no crime
Because logic says it doesn’t help us grow.
Can we evolve away from the human soul?
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City lights brighten night skies and give brilliance to the strength of steel.
They light the path that bridges imagination and what’s real.
They illuminate the flowing moments give momentum to trains of thought about moments and how we spent them making memories that cannot be bought.
They paint the moon in hues that lovers use stand beneath and swoon, and which to reach we all aspire.
Yeah, those city lights might have lit the night on fire.
They shine a symbol bold, and stark, that man can see beyond the dark.
In a world that seems forever night, I see hope and I see dreams. I see the darkness isn’t quite as forbidding as it seems.
For a moment, I know we’ll be alright.
So I tip my hat and thank thee, my pretty city lights.
From our river cruise ship
We watch a wondrous site
A risen new moon meeting and greeting
diners, lovers and shift worker
to a new night.
The moon watched us before
There was an “us”
But only a creature
Barely more alive than slime.
It watched us climb
Into the place where
None of us could float.
It watched us learn the creation
Of nature’s toys though we were often burned.
We learned.
Too much of what we learned
Was how to abuse, to use our fellow beings.
How to warp the souls barely later
Than we grew them deep inside.
We took more pride in what structures
We could make
Than in the way we could comfort, love
Those who shared a brief time with us
Before the final dark.
That spark did grow.
And the other evolution did expand
But far too slowly for all those we did devour
Our hate and need devoured more
Than the fire, that first spark,
We developed in ages lost to an unrecorded past.
Yes, cave graffiti lasts,
The artists from the really really past.
Where do we go from here?
Will our fear keep us from moving into the post-
Evolutionary age.
Will we turn the page
Do we become, a butterfly from
The caterpillars we have been for a million years
Or do we rush forward since we will soon control
This road we began from slime
To a place where there can be no crime
Because logic says it doesn’t help us grow.
Can we evolve away from the human soul?