In a daze of idle ways,
passing days in singing praise.
Pure creation, thought formation,
Operation: live life art.
Once began, forever spanned,
universes arising from nil.
From on high ivory towers,
dropping bombs to release brains
full of light, may seem insane.
Released from hell, now ring that bell,
Players tried & hung for their crime,
creating games for profit.
But now they’ve seen, we’re past the screen,
learning how to fly.
The living dream, reality seen.
Eyes open, the futures regained.