Shadows of a Philosophical Daydream

From here to there, and there to here,
The shapeless blobs are drawing near.
The lifeless forms that hurry past —
To work, to school, to ballet class.

It really doesn't matter much.
You've got your lives to which you clutch.
I've got my own life too, you see;
I dread your drab conformity.

There's much to learn, absorb, and grasp,
While your short lives are rushing past.
I wish you could be one with me
To soar into eternity,

To visit endless bounds of space,
And lose all track of time and place,
To study out the human mind
And all the hidden powers find.

From here to there, and there to here,
The shapeless blobs still drawing near
The lifeless forms more quickly pass —
To work to school, to ballet class.

And I alone now hope and pray
That humankind may come to say:
"The race is o'er and no one won,
The struggle now an inward one.

And we must grow and learn to be
As brothers, yearning harmony.
The race we run‘s an inward test
And not to beat another's best."

But hopes are dreams and dreams, alas,
Are not as good as hard cold facts.
From here to there, and there to here,
The shapeless blobs are close, I fear.

The lifeless forms as bullets pass —
To school, to work, to ballet class.
And over-run I soon will be
By someone else's fantasy.

Then try I will with mind and might
To never lose the endless fight.
As pressures from the mass prevail,
I'll always hope of glory trail,

And carry on through muck and mire,
And strive to raise the banner higher;
To defend the truth and just,
I always have and always must!

From there to here, and here to there,
I run around and blankly stare,
As minutes on the clock roll past,
I'm late again for ballet class!