And transforming it into their entertainment.
As they explored a world beyond their boundaries.
These two different worlds
But there is no time left to ponder,
As a track must be chosen.
A conversation with mother nature,
Or a flight with the flock?
Perhaps it is clear to you the path you prefer,
But if I were to choose the side I desire,
I would venture down the middle rails.
Where my feet are planted firm on the ground we share,
But my head drifts into the clouds.