We think we were the first to ever feel

.

The first to dream of higher places

The first to fall

The first to scream at sharp things

The first to feel that indescribable sting called love

The first to make music

The first to feel shame shrinking our callow souls

The first to seek the promised land

The first to eat from the tree

Called puberty

.

We were not

.

Long before light could be conjured by a switch

Men and women sat around fires and

Dreamed of starflight

They rose high above the flat old earth

Pregnant with new possibilities

Favour rested on their fields

Wilderness became their garden

.

But every generation grows and leaves home

Sometimes it seems that you and me

Have spent forever

Looking for a way

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