A bird ballet

We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming;

we are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want.

We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already.

We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought

And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling but never really heeding,

Hoping for the future when the future's only plans.

Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dogding daily,

Praying for a savior when salvation's in our hands.

And still we sleep.

And still we sleep.

And still we pray.

And still we fear.

And still we sleep.

(N.H. Kleinbaum)

My heart wants roots. 

My mind wants wings. 

I cannot bear their bickerings.

(E. Y. Harburg)