and so the dream dies.

Where is the vindication...

Our forebears did not know best

To the whim of every new inclination 

To stare at the eagles Crest.

Where shallow torrents create new names

But old ideas remain unchanged 

As down the path that leads to rome

The shadows swallow us into the unknown

The dream eternal of one last rewind

Born in a place where even dreams die

But so we are after each thought

That dream is not a thief 

yet we were taught 

To live our lives as if seeking 

what was lost