I've been dreaming of a better world since I first arrived -
since the first day of my life.
The young business man who hopes to be
a success, and a hero to his family;
he walks through the woodland, and what he sees
is a covered over, clogged up oppertunity.
Years later, another man walks through the same place,
an empty, saddened look upon his face
as he wonders what wonders used to fill that space
of concrete. The woods have gone without a trace.
Who was right? The visionary
or the man with the glowing memories?
I can't understand how we can decide;
I've been dreaming of a solution since I first arrived -
since the first day of my life,
but I can't find the compromise.